Another Mum Fights the Dust
Another Mum Fights the Dust. I’ve been thinking on what this name encompasses. Sure, it’s a punny name that brings a smile to my face. But it is so much more than that. Another Mum Fights the Dust is what I do everyday. Another Mum Fights the Dust is the maternal drive that gets me out of bed in the morning. Another Mum Fights the Dust is the journey to becoming. To becoming a wife, mother, woman, human who is strong, brave, generous, selfless, humble, and kind. To becoming so much more than just a wife, or just a mother.
Another Mum. I am not just another mum. I am much more than that. Yet I belong to this beautiful, amazing, inspiring community of mums all around the world; another mum. Another mum who gets it. Another mum who is in the trenches right there with you. Another mum trying to navigate this ever-changing society and raise my kids the best I know how. Another mum fighting for a healthy marriage so my kids can grow up knowing what love looks like.
Fights. I am not a fighter by nature. I’m a 9 on the Enneagram (if that means anything to you). The opposite of a fighter; a peacekeeper. But I will fight for peace in my life. I will fight for my kids, and for the future of the world we will leave behind.
The Dust. All of the dust. Why is there so much dust?? The dust that settles into the cracks and has been there for so long that you don’t even see it anymore. The dust that settles in our hearts and makes us numb to the pain inside. The dust that comes between us and causes friction, anger, resentment, frustration and discontent. The dust is different for each of us, yet we all have it. We all have that thing that rears its ugly head again and again and again, and we can’t seem to clean it up no matter how hard we try.
My cry is how do I clean it up? How do I stop it from building up? How do I make it through all of the dust?
The truth is, I can’t. Oh I can try. I can pull out my swiffer; I can rally a mob of cleaners to come and suck up all the dust and give me a sense of relief for a moment. But the dust settles again. And again. And again.
No matter how hard I try, it comes back.
I can’t do it.
I can’t do it alone.
But I know the One who can.
The One who knows my heart. Who hears my cry.
The One who shows up again and again and again, every time I call.
He is the way, the Truth, and the Light. He lights my path and makes a way. He always makes a way. Sometimes my mind can’t even comprehend how He does it, but every single time I call on Him, He is right there with exactly what I need in that moment.
He is there holding His arms out to me like a loving Father ready to embrace me and lead me by the hand.
Jesus. All I need is Him. Nothing else in this world matters as much as my relationship with Him. Because He gives me everything that I need.