The Priceless Purpose of Motherhood, The Resolution for Women
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We do not hear much about The dads that are left to raise their children alone, or the grandparents, and single moms. In a world of so called "choice" single parents are often relagated to the back burner. I was one of those (Mofa's) Mother father to two infants. It was difficult
for us and was to be for 19 years. I can say that it definitely takes courage and commitment but I had it dramatized to me vividly the importance of two parents. My language was sprinkled with baby talk for a long time. Such things as DIN Din and Bye Bye. Even today my adult children respond to the command "Hands". Hands meant danger and be close holding my hand. I would not care to go through that again alone but also It was at the same time the most wonderful experience I could ask for.


In a world where mothers and homemakers are mocked each and everyday, by anybody and everyone, there are a few that stand alone and tall. These few know the true power behind motherhood; they know what and who mothers really are. Mothers are the superheroes, the hospitals, the finest five star restaurants, the nurturer, and the one that children can turn to at any given time. Mothers have the most challenging and the most rewarding job in the world. This is the ultimate full time job; in fact it is twenty-four hours a day, from the first child until the mother dies. You see once a mother always a mother; what other job offers that kind of a deal? Not one single job or career can do that. For those women who think that the workforce is the most challenging or difficult; they should try being a mother.

Anyone can get pregnant or adopt but it takes real commitment and hard work to be a mother. Only a mother can handle raising children, by starting out at one in the morning to feed a child and throughout the day handle the children; feeding them, giving them naps, cleaning up their messes, teaching them how to read, write, do math, and other life skills. For those who think that being a mother doesn’t make a difference this is my reply and rebuttal, try to debate this if you can. There was a woman who didn’t know what to do with her life, she thought about being a writer and the many books she could write and how they would help mankind. She then thought she would like to be a farmer and how she would be able to end world hunger. She then thought about being an architect and how she could create wonderful and beautiful buildings to be adorned for generations to come. Then she had another idea; if she became a mother, she could teach her children to be writers, farmers, architects, and many other things to help and improve the way people lives their lives.

You see to be a mother is a very, very important role; you help others decide what they want to do and you directly influence their young and impressionable lives. To be a mother means commitment and sacrifice, the greatest of commitment and sacrifice. And I say this here and now that a mother and homemaker is the greatest and noblest thing that any woman can do. And furthermore, those people who make a mockery of mothers and motherhood is making a mockery of their own mothers and grandmothers, and so forth, because if it weren’t for your mothers, you would not be here right now. So I say stop this mockery and foolishness, because foolishness it is. There was a sign I saw some time ago and it read "A nation is built or destroyed on the children". Just take a look around and you will see that the nations are crumbling to pieces because woman are not stepping up to the plate and keeping the families together.

Just look at all the gangs and gang activities; why are there so many? Because they are trying to be family, they need that nurture and support that they can only get at home with a mother to raise them properly. We wonder why this generation is coming to a thing of naught and I have told the answer. Sure I am a man and there might be some that I am a woman hater and want to keep woman in the home and under my thumb; how wrong they are. For you see when everything is said and done I will be there with my wife and mother to our children, raising the kids, side by side. Right now my own mother still works, even if it is at home, but I still want all of her attention on me. I need someone with a loving and nurturing demeanor to listen to me. 

 Mary Helps Us Face Life

Jesus Christ, with his passion, death, and resurrection, brings us salvation, gives us the grace and joy to be sons of God, truly to call him with the name “Father.” Mary is mother, and a mother concerns herself above all with the health of her children, she knows how to care for it with great and tender love. Our Lady protects our health. What does it mean to say that the Our Lady protects our health? I think above all of 3 aspects: she helps us to grow, face life, to be free.

A mother helps her children to grow and wants them to grow well; for this she educates them not to fall into laziness – which derives from a certain well-being – not to settle into a comfortable life that contents itself only with having things. The mother cares for the children so that they grow more, they grow strong, able to take responsibility, to commit themselves in life, to pursue grand ideals. In the Gospel St. Luke tells us that, in the family of Nazareth, Jesus “grew and became strong, filled with wisdom; and the favor of God was upon him” (Luke 2:40). Our Lady does the same thing in us, she helps us to grow as human beings and in the faith, to be strong and not to give in to the temptation to be human and Christian in a superficial way, but to live with responsibility, to aim ever higher.

A mother also thinks of her children’s health when she educates them to face the problem of life. She does not educate them, she does not care for their health by allowing them to avoid problems, as life were a highway without obstacles. The mother helps her children to look upon life’s problems with realism and to not get lost in them, but to face them with courage, not to be weak, and to know how to overcome them with a sane balance that a mother “senses” between areas of safety and those of risk. And a mother knows how to do this! She does not always let her child take the easy, safe way because in this way the child cannot grow, but neither does she leave the child on the road of risk since it is dangerous. A mother knows how to balance things. A life without challenges does not exist, and a boy or girl who does not know how to deal with them is a boy or girl without a spine! Let us recall the parable of the good Samaritan. Jesus does not recommend the conduct of the priest or the Levite, who avoid helping the man who ran into robbers. He points to the Samaritan, who saw the man’s situation and deals with it in a concrete way and takes risks. Mary experienced many difficult moments in her life, from the birth of Jesus when there was “no room for them in the inn” (Luke 2:7), to Calvary (cf. 19:25). And like a good mother she is close to us so that we never lose courage in facing the adversity of life, in facing our weakness, our sins: she gives us strength, she indicates the path of her Son. From the cross Jesus says to Mary, referring to John: “Woman behold your son!” (Cf. John 19:26-27). That disciple represents all of us: the Lord entrusts us to the Mother’s hands, full of love and tenderness, so that we feel her support in dealing with and overcoming the problems along our human and Christian journey. Do not be afraid of difficulties, face them with the help of the mother.

A final aspect: a good mother does not only accompany her children as they grow, not avoiding the problems, the challenges of life; a good mother also helps us to make definitive decisions freely. This is not easy but a mother knows how to do it. But what is freedom? It is certainly not doing whatever you want, letting yourself be dominated by your passions, passing from one experience to the next without discernment, following the fashions of the time; freedom does not mean, so to speak, throwing everything you do not like out the window. No, that is not freedom! Freedom is given to us so that we know how to make good choices in life! Mary, like a good mother, teaches us to be, like her, capable of making definitive decisions, definitive decisions in this moment in which their reigns, so to say, the philosophy of the provisional. It is so difficult to commit oneself definitively in life. And she helps us to make definitive decisions with that complete freedom with which she answered “yes” to God’s plan for her life (cf. Luke 1:38).

Dear brothers and sisters, how hard it is in our time to make definitive decisions. The provisional seduces us. We are the victims of a tendency that drives us toward the temporary… as if we wished to remain adolescents. It is rather fashionable now to remain an adolescent, and to stay this way all one’s life! Let us not be afraid of definitive commitments, of commitments that involve and interest our whole life! In this way life will be fruitful! And this is freedom: to have the courage to make these decisions with greatness.

Mary’s entire existence is a hymn to life, a hymn of love to life: she gave birth to Jesus in the flesh and was there at the birth of the Church on Calvary and in the upper room. The “Salus Populi Romani” is the mother who gives us health as we grow, she gives us the health to face and overcome problems, she gives us the health that makes us free for definitive decisions; the mother who teaches us to be fruitful, to be open to life and always to be fruitful in the good, fruitful in joy, fruitful in hope, never to lose hope, to give life to others, physical and spiritual life.

The Resolution for Women
by Priscilla Shirer

Written in partnership with Sherwood Pictures' the film, COURAGEOUS, in The Resolution for Women, popular speaker and author Priscilla Shirer challenges all women to be intentional about embracing and thriving in God’s beautiful and eternal calling on their lives.

Like the men in the movie who resolve to fully accept their responsibilities before God, Shirer explains how today's women can and should live out their own resolution. It is "a defining banner that hangs over your life, written in the ink of your own choices." A woman's banner should be an accurate reflection of who she desires to be-someone completely Christ-centered who blesses and changes things in her world for the better.

The Resolution for Women inspires women with intentional, spirit-filled living from three unique angles. Section one, entitled, "This Is Who I Am," helps a woman define herself as "authentically me, purposefully feminine, surprisingly satisfied, and faithfully His."

The Resolution for Women: Surprisingly Satisfied
by Priscilla Shirer

Following is an excerpt from Chapter 1 of The Resolution for Women by Priscilla Shirer written in partnership with Sherwood Pictures' film, Courageous.

"This is going to be a good year for you, my friend. Thirty-six is a great age."

Thirty-six.

It was the end of December, and that's how old I was about to turn. I sat across the table from a friend who'd long since passed that decade of her life and watched her brown eyes glimmer with a tinge of remembered excitement. I'm not sure why, but something about what she said really got to me. Maybe it was just the way she said it. Maybe it was the expression in her eyes as she looked at me. Maybe it was the little smirk that curled up at the corners of her petite lips. Whatever it was, it drew me in, got my attention, and settled into my mind and heart for consideration.

And here at a Christmastime restaurant table adorned with a delectable molten chocolate cake that we were ravenously sharing, she sighed the full breath of a woman satisfied. She swept her blonde bangs off her eyelids, cocked her head slightly, and told me that the season I was about to enter was a good one, that I should face it with expectation and enjoy its blessings. The kids are a bit more self-sufficient, marriage a few more years mature, the body still pretty much pointed in the northerly direction.

The thing she was suggesting, implying in so many words - the way she was proprosing for me to approach this next phase of life I was entering - was exactly opposite of what my proclivity had been.

I'm the type of person, you see, who rushes ahead, who often just goes through the motions of any current activity on my way to the next one. My heart and my body haven't always been good about sharing the same space. Instead of relishing each moment, each year, each opportunity, each step on the journey, I'm constantly overeager to get to the next thing, which always looks more enticing that what's currently before me. I'm rarely satisfied in full with my present station.

A quick mental inventory revealed the facts, presenting ample evidence to support the claim that I hadn't really been in attendance for large portions of my life. As a teenager, I'd impatiently rushed toward young adulthood full throttle. As a single university student, I couldn't wait to be in a committed relationship and out of college so that life could "really begin." Then with a loving mate promised for life, I enjoyed our first years of marriage, but during some of them I secretly harbored discontentment with our childlessness. And when the kids started coming, the nights were long and the days even longer, and I prayed through each of them that bedtime would come more quickly today than I'd remembered it coming the day before. I was present for all of those years of my life as a student, a wife, a mom-a woman-and yet there was so little I could really remember, few emotions I could recall that accompanied some of the events of life. Why? Because I'd been there, but I hadn't really been there.

And with my thirty-fifth year coming to a close, it occurred to me that I hadn't engaged fully in that one either. Oh, I'd enjoyed it for the most part, but I hadn't soaked in it, relishing it, cherishing it, celebrating it, appreciating it for what it was-the only thirty-fifth year my life would ever know. Now it was nearly over, and before me stretched another year, populated with all the things, people, events, relationships, and milestones that would make it a once-in-a-lifetime experience-my only chance to fully be the person I'd be at this age and in this season. Only for the coming year would my husband be exactly like this. Only for these fleeting moments would my children talk, look, and act exactly like this. And if I chose to hurry through them in an attempt to avoid the parts I didn't like, I'd simultaneously miss all the things I did like about this season.

I recognized that by rushing through life, I'd been subtly devaluing those around me and the experiences I was involved in, not appreciating the importance and significance they bring to my life at this very moment, not grasping my responsibility for holding dear and treating well these gifts God has entrusted to me. Instead of embracing the privilege of being a blessing to my husband, my children, my friends, and others, I'd been quietly communicating that I wanted them to change and speed up, to get busy being somebody else, someone who's more in line with what I want and need, to hurry along to a place where they could make me happier than they currently do.

That's been me. Always looking toward the next moment, the next month, the next event, rarely allowing myself the privilege of fully participating and embracing the happenings that were right before me for that day. And with one final bite of the most eye-opening dessert date I may have ever had, I realized this feeling had a name: discontentment. He shows up at your doorstep just like mine, eager to step inside and make himself at home. But instead of only coming for short visits on rare occasion, he refuses to leave, spreading his baggage everywhere, filling up corners of your space that you thought you'd locked up to this odious intruder. He comes. He lingers. He robs you of your years. Then before you know it, you've missed out on the joys in the journey, the growth that comes from battling through the difficulties, the sweet and savory experience of creating the memories.

I snapped out of my momentary trance and looked down at my plate. No more full bites left. Just chocolate syrup lacing the bottom, along with tiny crumbs of spongy cake dotted with miniscule dollops of whipped cream. With new resolve I started scraping up everything I could salvage, not wanting to leave behind any part of this delicious experience. Mmmmm. It had been worth all the hard work. Tasted just as good as the first.

Glad I didn't miss anything on my plate. Promising never again to miss anything in my life.

Carefully consider what the Bible says about contentment:
- "True godliness with contentment is itself great wealth." (1 Timothy 6:6 NLT)
- "If we have food and clothing, with these we shall be content (satisfied)."
(1 Timothy 6:8 AMP)
- "Make sure that your character is free from the love of money, being content with what you have; for He Himself has said, ‘I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you.'" (Hebrews 13:5 NASB)
What have you been hurrying through?
What have you been hurrying to get to?
What are some of the good parts of your experience that you've missed in your attempt to rush through the more difficult ones?
What can you do differently today to "scrape the plate"-to gather up all the good things around you and begin enjoying the journey of your life?