A Cup of Tea

It was a simple and quick text….

“i am passing through your neighborhood, may i drop something off?”

“Yes, and please stay for tea.” was her instant reply.

i found her and her littles in the backyard.

“Hey sweet girl, how are you?”

“I’m not doing so well, to be honest.”

And just like that I knew my answer……As clear as crystal, as loud as a trumpet trumpeting i knew i had to continue to encourage, teach and listen in this little corner we call NamaFish.

i wrestle constantly with why do i do this and what is Namafish all about. Often as i wrestle i stop writing.

My sweet young mama friend on this hot summer afternoon is often alone in the challenges of motherhood.

It is tough to find another who has time to hear how tired she is, how mundane the days can get, how alone it is to be alone with all the needs of the little ones trusted to her.

In our culture the playgrounds are empty, backyards are fenced, mama’s are bringing home the bacon and Nama’s are out of their rocking chairs fulfilling their bucket list dreams.

Most of what i have done in my 29 years of motherhood and 34 + years of marriage has been hard, really hard, tough, lonely and uncertain. i have felt depression, anxiety, hopelessness, illness, weakness and the painful reality of how poorly equipped i am for this  privileged role of wife and motherhood.

i recently heard a young mama of one say “I am not cut out for this motherhood thing.”

Here is the real deal…

NO ONE IS!

Motherhood is hard, lonely and without thanks or paycheck.

There is no degree available to prepare us, no operations manual or two week training conference to prepare us for the responsibility  of molding little lives.

I am beyond grateful for the privilege of raising and homeschooling our children. I do not for a minute take for granted the gift it has been to nurture, train and teach our five. But it is a difficult and costly role to commit to.

This once young mama, who said yes to the call decades ago is now an older women and one of the dreams in my bucket is that my years and tears and fears might be used to make a moment just a bit easier or brighter for a young one coming behind me.

We older mamas can only sip so many cups of tea with our young mama friends but we can prayerfully consider how we are equipped to come along side the next generation and we can obey.

i can do less tea sipping than some because i have an 11 year old in tow almost always. i can write and remind. i can share a time or two a week the truth that this call is really tough but it is really good and your Lord and Saviour is really enough.

i will continue to tell you, young mama.

I will cheer you on. i will tell you how i got the stain out of that new romper. i will share a recipe or life hack from 1984. i will be honest about how mad i was at my man and how my Lord changed my heart in the process.

But most of all, i will tell you where my strength has come from. Where my hope is found and why it is worth it to give your all to the little ones not even capable of understanding all you give.

You may not be able to come sit in my home for a cup or tea.

We may not be able to walk together, but i can write and as i write i will pray that if just one may be encouraged to turn to her Saviour for the strength and hope she needs for this moment that she will find her way to a cup of tea with Namafish.

I do not know all much, but i do know the one who knows all and i do know HE loves and cares enough to meet us right where we are and be all that we need in that moment.

Deuteronomy 6:5-9

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. 6 And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart.

You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise.

8 You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes.9 You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.

A Cup of Tea

A Cup of Tea

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3 thoughts on “A Cup of Tea

  1. You do not know that I cried to my husband last weekend. In my tears and my list of complaints, I said your name. “I miss my dear friend, my mentor, the one who heard me and pointed to my Savior. I MISS her. I’m not sure I will EVER find another like her.” I’m sure I heard God say something like I am supposed to celebrate the gift He gave in you for the time He chose to give. I will always treasure you. I treasure your writing. I’ve missed it and have wondered why there has not been more. As much as you have blessed me, I know you bless others with your tea, your prayers, your words. And because of your great love and godly influence, I hope one day to “be equipped to come along side the next generation and obey.” I hope to one day be more like you, which I feel certain is more like Jesus.

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    • You are generously kind, my friend… all the Glory is our Lord and Saviour’s ! He brought our paths together and He will be faithful to His good work until the day we live on the same golden street.

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