Women's Ministry

Perfectly Imperfect

It’s 10am and nothing has been accomplished. My coffee has been reheated for the 6th time, no one is out of their pj’s yet and my 2 year old has watched 4 episodes of Little Baby Bum. My 5 month old has been up all night nursing every 2 hours like a newborn and I am feeling it. My husband texts to see how everything is going at home and I respond with a cute picture of the three of us. Because, you know, I’ve got it together. With the right filter, it even looks like I’m wearing makeup and with the right angle, it looks like we’re all wearing actual clothes. It’s only Monday and I’m so ready for the weekend when I can pass my baton to Aaron for some help.

It’s 10:25am on a Sunday and everyone is yelling, screaming or crying as we try to get out the door with two kids two and under for church. Church is at 10:30 and we live 21 minutes away. My two year old has said “Mommy” 117 times in the 10 minutes from our house to the bridge. My 5 month old is screaming in her car seat because her adorably huge bow has fallen over her eyes. We park at the very bottom of the hill and lug up the kids and diaper bag and barely slip in before communion has ended. One of us takes Samuel to class and the other attempts to make it through a sermon with Oliva. I wonder why we bothered.

I lose my patience. I get snappy. I text Aaron and tell him I’m losing my mind and could he just come home early? I forget why I ever left my job. I pick up pots and pans for the 10th time that day because Samuel likes to pretend to cook. I want to throw the Xbox out the window if I have to listen to Trolls one more time.  I pray for bedtime so I’m not being touched or talked to. Then bedtime comes and I check on my kids for the last time. Their little hands and faces make me want to wake them up just for one more snuggle. I love them so much it physically hurts me. Sometimes I feel like my heart will actually explode from the sheer amount of love. And then I cry. I fail them every day. The short answer when Samuel wanted a snack. The huff when Olivia woke up to nurse. The adamant no to another viewing of Trolls. They are so little and it breaks my heart when I think of all the times during the day I fail them. I lay in bed just knowing they would be so much better off with a different mother; someone more patient and kind and someone who would be willing to quote Trolls all day, every day. I think to myself how much better I’ll be tomorrow and how I’ll show them all day how much I love being their mom. I expect perfection from myself in this role. 

Moms, we strive so hard for perfection. The cleanest house, the cutest baby outfits, the best Christmas picture, the perfect vacation, working so hard to make every day magical and perfect. And it weighs me down SO much. I can’t be the perfect Christian, wife or human so why would I ever think I could perfect this mom gig? When I think of the mom I want to be most like I think of Mary. Her faith, her obedience, her love are all qualities I hope to emulate. And she wasn’t perfect. While Jesus was fully God, He was also fully Man. Do you understand what that means? This means He didn’t sleep through the night as an infant. He teethed. He comfort nursed. He had a favorite song Mary sang and she would sing it until she thought she couldn’t handle one more verse. She had to teach Him to walk and talk and struggle to find foods He wanted to eat. She needed sleep. She didn’t even know where He was for three days when He was 12. She was exhausted. But she raised Jesus. She RAISED our Savior. We like so often to go from the manger to the cross that we forget there were years in between. Years where Mary hoped she was making the right decisions. Years where she didn’t know how she had the energy to make it through one more day. We can assume Joseph died during these years (since Jesus took care of Mary) so at some point she was doing this ON HER OWN. She raised Him knowing what He would do. She had to watch Her son die. For us. For the world. She watched Him die for her. She was His mom. And she was not perfect. But because the role of mom is so vital, so important, our perfect Savior made it one of His last commandments from the cross to make sure His imperfect mom was taken care of. 

Our kids do not need perfection. They do not need hours of Pinterest crafts to keep them entertained all day long. The do not need Instagram perfect moments. They need us. And they need us to show up, day after day, with all the love that only a perfectly imperfect mom can bring.


Love.  A word we see a lot as we near Valentine's Day or any time we open the Bible.  I Corinthians 13 is a whole chapter about love. Judy, a friend from Texas, once told me a little girl in her Sunday school class said, “I love Jesus and Willie Nelson.”  Now Judy and I appreciate a good Willie Nelson song but something about that sentence just made us giggle.  Maybe the Greeks were onto something to have four separate words for love:  storge (natural affection as that between parents and children), philia (friendship), eros (romantic), and agape (God’s love toward man and our reflection of His love).

Like Mary, mother of Jesus, I watched my children grow and pondered all they taught me.  Here are a couple childhood examples from our nighttime routine of how my storge loves taught me about reflecting God’s agape love.  

One night I heard Amanda tell God, "I love You."  That was so revolutionary to me and I heard in my heart, "become like little children" (Matthew 18:3).  I realized how wonderful I felt when I heard my child tell me, "I love you". Why had I never thought about telling God I loved Him?  Would He not like to hear His child say, "I love You.”?  Thank you for teaching me Amanda.  I love you.  

Bill and I would lie down with each girl for one song of our favorite tape, Sleep Sound in Jesus by Michael Card.  When I would lie down with Amy she wanted me to face her.  If I would turn my head and face away from her to get more comfortable, Amy would put her sweet little hands on my cheeks and turn my face back toward her.  This time my heart heard, "the LORD turn His face toward you and give you peace” (Numbers 6:26).  What a wonderful way to fall asleep - at peace with the One who loves you with an agape love that only wants your best.  Thank you for teaching me Amy.  I love you.


"But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart." Luke 2:19

Ponder: to weigh in the mind; to think about; reflect on; to think or consider, especially quietly, soberly and deeply.

Welcome to the Norway Women's Ministry Blog, "PONDERINGS". This blog is a new and exciting adventure for our ministry. We will begin by posting monthly and we hope to grow to weekly posts. I am so excited to read posts written by my fellow sisters. If you would like to write a post for this blog, please just let me know. I think this is going to be a great way for us to share things we have pondered from God's Word during our quiet times or Bible study and our time in prayer. 

I would like to ask you to cover this in your prayers. Pray that God will be glorified in every post. Pray that this will give our sisters an opportunity to share the things they have pondered or treasured up in their hearts. Pray that the words we share will bring encouragement to all. 

My pondering: One verse that I find I ponder on a lot is Philippians 4:8. I find great treasures in this verse.

"Finally, my brothers (sisters), whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things."

I like how The Message puts it, "I'd say you'll do your best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious--the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse."

When I "4:8-it" with my mind, which means choosing to meditate on the things that Paul lists in this verse I find that the following things happen:

  •  Rejoicing in the Lord
  •  I am not anxious about things
  •  Praying about everything to God
  •  God's peace guards my heart and mind and surpasses all my understanding
  •  I can do all things through him who strengthens me
  •  Philippians 4:4-7,13

My dear sisters, God loves us and He wants us to know His joy and peace. Sometimes our lives can become burdened and we can lose our focus and our purpose. I pray that you will find strength and encouragement in choosing to practice the things Paul teaches us in these verses. I am confident of this - that He who has began a good work in each of us will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ (Philippians 1:6). Let your joy and peace be found in God. You are loved by God!

Grace and Peace, Debbie