Book link: http://suedetweiler.com/9-traits-life-giving-mom
Every mom wants to be the best mom for her child...
But often she feels like the WORST.
9 Traits of a Life-Giving Mom will help you:
-Overcome unresolved issues to become a better mom
-Find peace with imperfections and learn from your mistakes
-Tap into God’s power to break negative patterns
-Joyfully become your best you
SUE DETWEILER is a mother of six, author, speaker, and radio host with over 25 years of experience in leadership, ministry and education.
Every mom wants to be the best mom for her child...
But often she feels like the WORST.
9 Traits of a Life-Giving Mom will help you:
-Overcome unresolved issues to become a better mom
-Find peace with imperfections and learn from your mistakes
-Tap into God’s power to break negative patterns
-Joyfully become your best you
SUE DETWEILER is a mother of six, author, speaker, and radio host with over 25 years of experience in leadership, ministry and education.
Review:
IS IT REALLY POSSIBLE
TO TAKE DOWN THE SUPER-MOM FACADE
LONG ENOUGH TO TRANSFORM THE HIDDEN PLACES OF OUR OWN HEARTS?
Yes... WITH God!
In her honest, transparent and practical way, Sue Detweiler offers the help you need.
This book is for Moms of ALL Ages:
Sue will take you on a life-giving journey where it is safe for you to be honest, transparent, and real about the areas in your life that are holding you back from being the best mom in the world for your child.
IS IT REALLY POSSIBLE
TO TAKE DOWN THE SUPER-MOM FACADE
LONG ENOUGH TO TRANSFORM THE HIDDEN PLACES OF OUR OWN HEARTS?
Yes... WITH God!
In her honest, transparent and practical way, Sue Detweiler offers the help you need.
This book is for Moms of ALL Ages:
Sue will take you on a life-giving journey where it is safe for you to be honest, transparent, and real about the areas in your life that are holding you back from being the best mom in the world for your child.
Sample Chapter:
1. Becoming a Life-Giving Mom
“Get
my baby out!” I screamed with a raspy voice. My desperate pleas for help were
barely heard. Smoke filled the room as the cries of my newborn awakened me into
a living nightmare. The house was on fire, and I couldn’t get out.
As
a young girl, my mind would wonder, “What would I do if my house caught on
fire?” Then I would create a very clear, levelheaded plan. However, smoke
inhalation disorients your brain.
The
sounds of my precious five-week-old daughter’s wails pierced my sleep. Walking
to her bedroom in the dark, half-asleep, to feed her every night had never been
a problem. Now, suddenly I was lost and couldn’t find her doorway.
I
clawed at the clothes in my closet trying to find my way out. Then, stumbling
in the other direction, I felt the windowpane. It wasn’t until I opened the
window and looked out that I realized my house was on fire. I tried to scream
for help, but no one could hear my cries.
I
collapsed. In desperation I prayed the prayer everyone prays when they think
they are about to die—“Help!” My daughter and I would have
died that night if my husband hadn’t gotten home in time. Imagine his horror
when he rounded the corner and could see the sky lit up by orange flames.
Cars
and people filled our street, watching in horror. The home next to us, which
was under construction, had already burned to the ground. A home on the other
side stood engulfed in a raging inferno. The family of four stood huddled
together, watching all of their belongings turn to ash.
There
was only one fire truck on the scene. The other fire trucks sat motionless,
waiting for a passing train. My husband grabbed the arm of the fireman.
Frantically he asked, “Did you get my wife and baby out?” The fireman dropped
the hose and together they ran to the front door. The neighbors had assumed we
were still on vacation. They didn’t realize we were trapped inside.
When
I heard someone coming into our home, I began to scream hysterically, “Get my
baby out!” I don’t remember what the fireman who saved my life looked like that
night. I just remember him holding his flashlight up and saying, “Come toward
the light.” I made my way toward what looked like a tiny pin-light in the
smothering darkness. At last, I felt his arms as he led me out to safety.
Every
Mom Needs Help
You may
not have woken up to your house in flames and your child in danger, but you
have needs. If you are transparent you don’t have it all together. Your life is
not perfect. There may be some wonderful aspects to your life right now, but
there are other areas that are just plain tough.
It’s
when we come to the end of ourselves that we find God. He is the source of our
life. He is the maker of heaven and earth. He created you in His image. He gave
you life, breath, and purpose.
If
you are trying to walk through life as a mom without the help of God you will
be lonely, depressed, and overwhelmed. But if you are ready to find help, He is
waiting to help you. He is ready to pour His life-giving, life-altering, life-changing
power into you.
Think
about the last time you were on a plane. Most likely you heard the flight
attendant give instructions to parents with small children. “In case of
emergency, put your oxygen mask on first before helping your child put on their
oxygen mask.” This instruction is not only helpful when on a plane, but also in
life.
Every Life-Giving Mom
needs to be connected to the ultimate Life-Giver. Every day you must put on your oxygen mask first
before you help your children. Sure, you can pretend to have enough leftover
oxygen from the day before, but you can’t be a Life-Giving Mom in your own
strength. Like the air that we breathe to sustain life, oxygen is a symbol for
the continual supply
of the breath and
life of the Holy Spirit.
The
Morning After the Fire
We spent
a long, weary night in the hospital as the doctors examined and treated my baby
and me for smoke inhalation. In the early hours of the morning we called my
mom.
“Mom, we’re all right.” The long
pause of silence was deafening.
Finally she spoke: “What
happened?”
Wayne described the huge fire and
how there was only one fire truck, leaving three homes devastated. The heat
from the blazing inferno melted a car bumper and the shutters of our neighbors’
home. People lined the street as the fire lit up the night sky. As we told Mom
about the fire, her quiet peace engulfed our stress.
“You’re
the ones I have been praying for,” she said. The month before my mom began to
meditate, fast, and pray over Isaiah 43:
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the
rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through
the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
(Isaiah 43:2, NIV)
Later
I would look back on this telephone conversation and marvel at the power of
prayer and the peace of my own mother. I would rejoice in how God saved us from
the fire. I would celebrate—just like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego—that God
was with me in the fire. I would wonder at how the bondages of my life were
burned up and I was set free. (See Daniel 3).
However,
my present reality was far from tranquil. My whole life-system was on overload.
I had no home...no baby furniture...no
diapers…no clothes...
As
we walked into the shell of our home trying to salvage things, my emotions were
more charred than the black soot that blanketed every surface. The neighbors
rallied and helped with our physical needs, but I was a mess. For the first two
weeks, before the insurance company paid for an apartment, we stayed at a
neighbor’s house. They graciously opened their home to us while they were on
vacation. It was then that Rachel at six-weeks-old began to scream
uncontrollably for hours at a time. She had colic.
One
day, I laid Rachel down on the blanket and slowly backed away. Her screaming
drove me to the edge of feeling like I couldn’t cope. I began to feel
claustrophobic and trapped. My heart raced as my mind shut down. “I’m losing
it,” I thought. “If I don’t get out of the house, I don’t know what I will do.”
I went to the kitchen and dialed the number of a neighbor.
“Can
you take my baby?” I quietly pleaded, as soon as she answered the phone. “I
have to get out of here.”
Hearing
the tremor in my voice the neighbor agreed to help me. No doubt, she saw my
glazed look as I handed her my infant and drove off. What would have happened
if she hadn’t been there for me? I don’t know. I was truly desperate.
Life-Giving
Moms are Open to Change
Desperation
is a driving force in our lives to seek change. It is during the
pressure-cooker seasons in our lives when we find out our areas of weakness and
vulnerability. Pressure-cookers are known for being hot, dangerous, and able to
blow their lid. That house fire revealed the hidden habits of my own heart that
needed God’s healing touch. It’s the heat of life that shows the hidden
fractures of our hearts.
A Life-Giving Mom uses the pressure-cooker seasons to reevaluate. Allow your own areas of need to
propel you toward getting help. As you learn new skills, you will become a
better person as well as a better mom. If you have picked up this book for the
first time, you will be drawn to areas you need to overcome in your own life.
If you are reading this book for the second time, your season has changed and
now you have another area of need.
A Life-Giving Mom is a
life-long learner.
Approach this journey with an open heart rather than a smug brain. Jesus said
He came for the sick. It was the religious who thought they were holier than
Jesus and crucified Him. They murdered the one who came to bring them life (See
Matthew 27). As you begin this journey, turn off your religious notions about
who you should or shouldn’t be. Rather, come as you are. Shine the flashlight
of God’s Word into the closets of your life and look freshly at replacing the
old broken habits with brand-new life-strategies.
A Life-Giving Mom
replaces life-destroying habits with life-sustaining actions. You have the power of choice.
The choices you make today will determine your destiny tomorrow. You have before you choices that
bring life and choices that bring death (See Deuteronomy 30:19). Choose life.
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