Woman of the Home

This morning I received this beautiful message on Whatsapp.

In Luke 7, Jesus observed a huge funeral procession in Nain. The entire town was present over there. He observed the young men and women weeping. He observed the pastors and apostles weeping. He observed the elders weeping. He observed the fathers weeping. He observed the children weeping. He observed the sadness on all their faces. Nothing seemed to move Him, until HE SAW THE MOTHER. The Bible says He had compassion when He saw her and immediately raised her boy from the dead. (Luke 7:12- 15) It was the cry of a mother that moved the Heart of God. Mothers who cry before the Lord for their families, marriages, for their homes, move the heart of God. When mothers stop praying for their families (especially children) perish. Satan gets a foothold and starts destroying the home, yet when they return to their rightful place as the anchor of the home, demonic strongholds get demolished. In Psalms 17, 36, 57, 63 and 91, God’s role is likening that of a mother. As a mother protects, upholds and defends her children, so does God also protects us under the shadow of His wings. We find refuge there and can hide there until the danger is over. A mother’s role is so vital that a father cannot get his prayers answered if he dishonours/disrespects her (1 Peter 3: 7). Because of this favours over mothers, they are also the most attacked people in their homes (the powerhouse in the home). Yet the Lord has put inside mothers, grace and resilience, to overcome any situation. Today, as the woman of the home, consider yourself blessed. Consider yourself highly favoured and consider yourself dangerous when you pray.

So I am feeling highly favoured and blessed right now. This message has answered all my doubts and soothed all my pains. Now I am ready to run my race. Now I am ready to take up my daily cross smilingly, patiently and without any inhibitions. This message has come to me at the right time. As a mother of the home, I have to be strong and carry on with all trials and tribulations. I am not alone – Jesus Christ is always there with me – He’s my strength. And His momma, Momma Mary, is always there interceding to Him for me. I just have to “do whatever He tells me to”.