The old saying goes "Never judge a book by it's cover", any bibliophile will tell you it's true. I'm going be honest, when I picked up this book I was 100% sure I was about to read 154 pages on how to maximize your quiet time with the Lord when you have screaming children pulling at you all day everyday. I expected practical advice on how to treasure that time and make it a priority. After the introduction I realized I was mistaken and in the best possible way.
Treasuring Christ When Your Hands are Full is a tiny book with a mighty punch. A short read at less than 200 pages this book takes weary moms by the hands and reminds them of who and whose they are. Our identity is more than just our mothering and we can't possibly hope to be any good at it if we aren't looking at it through the eyes of the one who created it. Gloria Furman breaks down what motherhood is, why we do it and who it's really all about. Here's a spoiler: it's not about us or our kids! Listen to this...
"The highest aim of womanhood is not motherhood. (audible gasp...I know I know, just keep reading) the highest aim of womanhood is being conformed to the image of Christ. The multifaceted goal of motherhood points us in the same direction. One of the gifts of motherhood is that God uses it to trace the image of his Son onto our lives."
If you, like me, have been given the gift of motherhood you know the struggles. Perhaps you are the lone ranger mom who won't ask for help and who is going to die trying to prove that she can be the perfect mom. Perhaps you're the mom who has no trouble sharing your grief but you find yourself deep in the pity pit with no way out. Perhaps you feel like you have lost your identity all together, you have no idea who you are anymore except the changer of diapers and supplier of snacks. Wherever motherhood has you today, be it good, bad, ugly or all the above, this little book with the big punch will help you step back and refocus.
My hands are full, it's no secret, and I ashamedly admit this took me a lot longer to read than it should have because of that reality, I walked away feeling like I had just taken a shower in Gods grace, then wrapped up in a cozy robe of righteousness that I get to wear not because of anything I did but because of whose I am. Was there some intense scrubbing that happened? Yeah, parts were uncomfortable for sure but isn't it better to come out clean and refreshed then with the lingering stink of our former self still attached? One of my favorite things that my mom always tell me is that "It's ok not to be ok. It's not ok to stay that way."
So ladies, grab a copy of Treasuring Christ When Your Hands Are Full, and maybe even a fellow mama and open up this book for a much needed and refreshing shower.