I get comments all the time about how “strong” I am, or what an amazing job I do taking care of E. I’m not gonna lie: I enjoy the praise, praise that’s way too few and far between for a homeschooling mom. The problem with that praise is that I enjoy it. Even so, I pretend humility, shrugging off the compliments as if I have it all together. Trust me-I don’t. The reason I shrug off these craved kudos is because I know that I am not the source of that strength. I am actually a complete coward, lazy and selfish. If it were left up to just my own power, I would be unable to care for E the way she needs and deserves. Most importantly, I don’t want OTHERS to see me as the source of my own strength.
I remember learning as a small child about the sun, the moon, and the planets. I was taught that the sun was bright and hot, and it gave us light and warmth. But when we learned about the moon, I was told that it had no light of its own. What? I thought. How can that be when I look up at the moon’s light every night? My teacher explained that the moon merely reflects the light of the sun, like a big ole mirror. My mind was blown.
I want to be like the moon. When people look at me and see the love I have for my husband, kids, friends, and neighbors, I want them to know I’m only reflecting the love of the Son. When people look at me and see my strength, I’m only reflecting His strength. I’m only reflecting His joy, His peace, His patience, His kindness, His goodness, His faithfulness, His gentleness, His self-control. I have no Light of my own; I can only reflect the One who gives Light to all.