Sacred

I'm behind.  Way behind...but why?  What in this life as a stay at home mom does "behind" mean?  Nothing is ever completely done and that's becoming okay.  The laundry, the mess, the extra things to do...It's just one thing at a time.  


I've been listening to a Caedmon's Call CD Overdressed recently.  I love Caedmon's Call and am addicted to this CD.  I'm not a lover of all contemporary Christian music (gasp!).  I enjoy it when it has a message that is more theological instead of just a repetitive "Jesus Loves You".  (Although that music has a place in my heart in the right setting.)  Anyway that's part of the reason I love Caedmon's Call.  Their lyrics are full.   My favorite tune on that CD right now is Sacred.  I kid you not, I was running one evening at my parents house to get away from this kids and this song came on.  My mom had sent me out to get away for 20 minutes and it was well needed.  I hadn't listened to the CD yet and ended up only listening to this song over and over again for the whole run.  I needed it.  


Here what it has to say...(all emphasis is mine.  It's the parts I enjoy the most that speak to me.) 

this house is a good mess

it’s the proof of life

no way would I trade jobs

but it don’t pay overtime

I’ll get to the laundry

I don’t know when

I’m saying a prayer tonight

cause tomorrow it starts again

could it be that everything is sacred?

and all this time

everything I’ve dreamed of

has been right before my eyes

the children are sleeping

but they’re running through my mind

the sun makes them happy

and the music makes them unwind

my cup runneth over

and I worry about the stain

teach me to run to You 

like they run to me for every little thing

when I forget to drink from you

I can feel the banks harden

Lord, make me like a stream

to feed the garden

wake up, little sleeper

the Lord, God Almighty

made your Mama keeper

so rise and shine,rise and shine 

rise and shine cause

everything is sacred

and all this time

everything I’ve dreamed of

has been right before my eyes

Words and Music by Randall Goodgame and Andrew Osenga

I want to be a stream that feeds their little gardens.  I want to fill them up and help them grow.  Oh, I'm a good mom (my hubby makes me practice saying that because he knows it's true).  I just need to be reminded of these things.  I need to take my big giant drinks from God.  I need that water.  I need to know that I am their keeper.  God has given me little gifts that need me to be the best I can be.  To change and grow in Christ.  To keep learning so I can teach them. 


In the end, I have a full cup.  One that runs over constantly.  Cleaning the stain is only hurting myself and my boys.  My stains have been cleaned.  Washed in the water of my baptism and in the forgiveness of my sins.  Let the water flow so that it feeds their little gardens.