Metamorphosis Of Me- M.O.M.

Everything was tight and tone
Even my heart was made of stone
I had time to be alone
All has changed.

I traded abs of steel
For a much softer appeal
Stretch marks, a mama's seal
I've been rearranged.

Long gone are sleep-filled nights
Enter feedings by lamplight
But I laugh with new might
This is my call.

Now there are little mouths to feed
Hearts with the Gospel I must seed
My life has changed, I must concede
They are my all.

The Word of God is a call to do!

I'm sitting here at the computer. Our daughter, Abigail, has a leash clipped to our youngest daughter, Amani, and is walking her like a dog. Israel and Elise are going around on scooters. The rest of the family is dispersed throughout, reading or playing or conversing. As loud as it may seem, these times always feel like breaks to me. No one is tugging at my clothes. They're all having fun doing their own thing.

I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, but one thing stands at the forefront. When God tells me in Scripture to "Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person" (Colossians 4:6), does He really mean that? Does He really want me to live at peace with all men, if at all possible (Romans 12:18)? What about esteeming others as higher than myself (Philippians 2:3)? I'm supposed to love my enemies AND pray for them (Matthew 5:44)? Am I really expected to avoid foolish disputes and arguments and strife that profit nothing (Titus 3:9 & 2 Timothy 2:23)? 

I think yes.

"Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says." ~James 1:22