He calls me to HOME…

“I heard you were pregnant again,” she states as I stand before her.

“Yes, four months,” I respond.

She boldly questions, “What are you thinking? Don’t you want to finish school or something? Don’t you want to do something with your life?” 


Here I stand face to face with the delusion I have battled all of motherhood. This falsehood that is usually relentlessly whispered by the enemy, I am now confronted with by someone who is a leader in a church ministry.


Unwilling to let her see that she just knocked the wind out of me, I resolutely declare, “The doctor may not have found out what I am having yet, but I have a promise spoken in my heart by God, that this boy will have the heart of a giver and full of compassion even greater than that of his father. The call of motherhood is a holy and sacred honor that God has called me, too.”


The words I speak I want so desperately to believe as the lie resounds. It would take a few years after this confrontation, and after our third baby and only son is born, for me to be able to stand and know with firm conviction, I was born for this. It would take a heart transformation for me not to look out the window for something better, past the beautiful eyes of innocence I have staring back at me.


Wrestling with this ungodly belief that my labor as a stay-at-home-mama had no significance, because so much of my time was squandered away housekeeping doing seemingly mundane time-wasting tasks that had no value, I found myself more than once, piled in a heap on the floor crying out to God, “I feel like such a waste. There has got to be more than this,” while, deep down knowing being home with my children was my sacred calling.


I will never forget the day that came after a culmination of hours of prayer and tears and study, that I stood in God’s Presence, and I realized the gravity of the lie I believed that motherhood had no importance in this world or His kingdom. I will never forget the indignation I felt toward the enemy of my soul because he was exposed as the one who comes as a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. I will never forget the liberation I felt when I could honestly stand and say,


I WAS BORN FOR THIS and then believe wholeheartedly…


That children are God’s best gift!
The fruit of the womb, His generous legacy.
Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows
are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
with your quivers full of children!
Your enemies don’t stand a chance against you;
you’ll sweep them right off your doorstep.

Psalm 127:3-5 The Message

He has arrested my heart for my family,

and ignited in me a passion to stand in the face of the enemy,

and the darkness in this world,

to stand as a gatekeeper to my children’s hearts,

and a watchmen over their lives,

laying down my life to fight for my family.

I hear His Voice, and I am compelled by His Spirit…

He calls me to HOME.

Michele-Lyn Ault
Michele-Lyn is still more of a mess than she cares to admit, but she will so you will know you we are all in the process. You'll find her writing about motherhood, missions, and embracing beautiful messes, while learning to live a life surrendered to God She's an advocate for World Help, and you can find her on Twitter, Facebook, Google+, and Pinterest. But, Instagram is her favorite.
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  • http://www.mercyInkblog.com Lauren Mills

    My spirit stirred reading this… oh, how I’ve felt all these thoughts as a young mommy, wrestling with God’s call on my life to be a mama. Thanks so much for your encouragement… such a blessing to my heart tonight.

    -lauren @mercyINK