As a mom, it can be hard to tell what is worth fighting for.
The other night I had to fight. I don’t fight for much, especially if it doesn’t involve my children but this time I fought!
I was asked to write and share a spoken word for a worship night our church was putting on. We are a part of several campus churches, so once or twice a year we all gather for a night of worship. It is amazing.
All week long, I had been working out my message. And as I wrote the words and reworked them over and over I was moved to tears many times.
See not only was the message itself close to my heart, it was also the answer to the question I have been asked soooo many times, “So what do you feel called to speak on?”
I’ve been speaking on this topic for several years now and it was all coming together in a spoken word piece.
But here’s where the fighting comes in.
Early in the week when I sat down to get writing I felt so much darkness, doubt and condemnation it scared me. After trying for over an hour I put it away. Just the thought of going back to writing it was uncomfortable.
I waited a full 24 hours and picked it up again telling myself I was going to write this even if I had to fight through it!
Then comes the day of the event and there’s an ice storm! Because of where I was when it started, I wasn’t able to get home and get ready when I needed to. To make matters worse we lost power at the house which meant I would be leaving my mother home to watch our 5 children with no power.
I felt so torn. Would the kids be upset? Would they be okay? Would I get in a crash in the way to the event? Would my mother be alright? I wondered if I should pass the words I had labored over to someone else to read.
As I wrestled through all my concerns, this thought surfaced, “Maybe this is something worth fighting for…”
It was. I did what I needed to in order to get there, the kids cheered me on from home. My mom was perfectly fine, embracing the change as an opportunity for adventure.
I fought to get through the writing process, I fought to get there, and by God’s Grace, I was able to deliver a spoken word so dear to my heart.
There are some things in life worth fighting for.
