On Patience and Compassion

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“The word compassion comes from (com-passion = compassion, to suffer, to suffer with, to suffer with other persons); that’s where the word patience comes from (patience = patior, “to suffer”). To be patient is to experience the pain of your life. And when you experience it with somebody else, you can be compassionate.”

                        From Henri Nouwen’s Spiritual Formation

 In the Bible, patience is sometimes translated as long-suffering, defined as the temper which does not easily succumb under suffering or when provoked.

Patience is a quality of God and a fruit of the Spirit. In the Old Testament, we come to know a God who is very patient—slow to anger (and rightful judgment) because of the compassion and love He has for the people of Israel. Jesus embodied these qualities, as He was willing to suffer with and for all the world—to the point of death on a cross.

As I was recently reflecting on these things, I was struck by the relationship between patience and compassion—they work together and are intertwined. Patience isn’t simply refraining from yelling or waiting with contentment—it is others-focused, relational, an act of compassion. It is a coming alongside.

As mamas our patience can be tested often. We don’t want to endure—let alone embrace suffering! Our natural inclination is toward self-preservation, but the way of Christ is to die to self.

Still, isn’t it our children’s impatience that at times pushes us to the brink?

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Desperate No More and a Mom Heart Conference Ticket Give Away!

In the early days- here I am as a new mom

In the early days- here I am as a new mom

I’ve been hearing the word Desperate quite a lot this week. Its such a delicious adjective, I find I can’t stop using it in sentences: I’m desperate for chocolate, always. I’m desperate to hug my husband, who is 3,000 miles away today. I’m desperate to help my children back into their school routine after the holidays. What really haunts my mind the most though, is remembering my own season of utter desperation: the parched, dry season of my soul that changed everything.

I was an absolutely desperate and lonely new mom. I was depressed and felt dizzy and nervous most days…all day. I remember spending many, many nights curled up and weeping, unsure of how to best care for my new baby, gripped by fear that I was doing everything wrong, and so, so afraid to share openly with friends and family. I even struggled to share my fears and sadness with my husband, and over time, I didn’t want to talk to the Lord either. I just couldn’t form the words…and to be honest, I didn’t want to. It seemed easier to be silent. So I went months without really  sharing my heart with anyone, and all the while doing everything I could to smile big for my baby girl, and be as close to perfection as I could muster on my own.

One day I opened the Psalms, a psalm of David, the king who bared his heart raw and open before God… and he surprised me!  David was sharing a desperation all his own:

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