Transition >> The Village Magazine Journalist Submission

T R A N S I T: the carrying of people, goods or materials from one place to another...

My arms are often holding on to 25 pounds of wiggly toddler and a diaper bag bursting at the seams. My hands are full of milky sippy cups and wet paper towels and half-eaten string cheese. My mind too often consumed with planning for the future and everyday domestic to-do's - a mama's trivial measure of productivity. 

Mothering for me is both motion and stillness - a cycle of changing, adapting, getting comfy, and then changing again. Nursing - what was once a chore almost too painful to bear, became a precious communion, until so soon it drifted away and into my heart's remembering. This season of relentless transition has been one of strengthening my body and spirit to carry some heavy loads...and then learning to put everything down at the feet of Jesus. Of perseverance and self-discipline and unrivaled joy. Of picking up crumbs and toys and dirty laundry and filling up to capacity with the mundane and then being emptied of every burden only through the vast fullness of His grace. Of realizing that in filling my arms with a most sacred purpose He has given me a life with no lack and adorned my sticky fingers with the jewels of divine approval. And through the clutch of a child's tiny hand around my neck I am renewed every morning. Lord may I never become unmoved by the good things You have placed within my grip.