I Am Not The Vine

5/6/15

At church on Sunday the Gospel reading was John 15:5 - "I am the vine and you are the branches, without me you can do nothing".  I've heard these words hundreds of times in my life and would usually be susceptible to letting them go in one ear and out the other but yesterday, mercifully, I was rounding out a three day stretch of being driven up the parenting wall.  Despondent, exhausted, grieving, frustrated, completely frayed... the fruit was ripe for the pickin'.


The priest said I am not the vine and I realized I'd forgotten.

You see, I'm a mother.  And mothers are notoriously bad at remembering that we are not the root and center of life, because in so many ways it seems like we are.  Our careful hands spin the plates, uphold the balance, and crack the ringmaster's whip in the middle of this crazy circus.  We do so much that we forget we don't do everything.

We dig and we plant and we water and we sow. Then we carry the weight of the growth on our shoulders, the weight that was never meant to be ours to bear.  And every so often we buckle. Because our frame wasn't designed for it. We are strong, but we aren't that strong. We are capable but not that capable.

We worry and we learn and we read and we implement and we change.  We advocate and we structure and we discipline and we nurture.  We empty ourselves to help our children, and most of that is good but some of it's not.  Some of it just leaves us dry and shriveled and in need of a good watering ourselves.


Can I offer you moms a sprinkle today?

We do not have control over who our children grow up to be.

Everything in me wants to delete that sentence because it is so incredibly raw and painful.  I would rather deny it, or at least allow myself time before I really own it.  But it's Truth and I know that what my weary heart needs above all else is the Truth.

They say it sets you free, and I think it will.  Though maybe it's the kind of freedom you have to return to over and over again.  The kind that, if given the choice, you probably wouldn't even choose. I'd choose control instead.  I'd choose the formula: the assurance that if I do everything right my son will get better.

The problem with the formula is that I can't uphold my end of the deal.  And while we're at it, the other problem with the formula is that my child is a human being and not a math equation.  Even if I could do it right every hour of every day (spoiler alert: I can't), there would still be no guarantee on the other side of that equal sign.


On Sunday the priest told an anecdote about Pope John XXIII.  Apparently, every night before bed he would pray, "Lord, I've done my best today to steward what you've given me. But she's your church; you deal with her."

I couldn't help laughing because it made so much sense, and I feel like Christ is inviting me to pray that prayer over my children.  That at the end of each day I might sincerely say that I did my best to steward them, but the truth is, they are His.  And I can find joy and rest in placing them completely into His hands.  It's the very best place for them to be.

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I love the online community Blessed Is She.  Every week they design and email a wallpaper image that you can download (in addition to everything else they do!) and this week's spoke to these places in my soul.  Isn't it beautiful?  You can head over here to download it for your own computer or phone.


3 comments:

  1. Love this Shannon and so true. Though I agree, my daughter is still so young, it still sort of feels like I have the power to control who she will be, it will take time to sink in. But it is freeing, at least in other relationships to realize that I don't have the control. Sometimes I want it, but I'm glad I don't have it. Imagine if who my daughter became was really completely and totally up to me and my failure resulted for sure in her failure, I couldn't handle that. God is gracious in that he can take my mess and turn it into something beautiful.

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  2. That's why I both hate and love the reality of it, I think. I hate it because part of me wants that control so much, but yet I love it because if I had the power I would fail at it anyway! Such a weird tension. And I'm sure we're at the very easiest point in it right now, with really young children. I can imagine it only gets harder to live in that place as they get older. Might as well start opening our hands up now!

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  3. Totally agree. and I love the imagery of open hands. I think about it often and love that I can actually open up my hands as I pray to remind me to also open up my heart.

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