What sort of Mother are you? The way you answer and live this question out will largely determine how your children and grand children will live their lives. Statistically a child will be a product of how you decide to answer the question in light of Galatians 4:19-31. God concludes in chapter four of Galatians by contrasting two different mothers and their boys. I urge you to take the time to meticulously study each passages of scripture in Galatians 4:19-31. Whether you are already a mother or just starting to think about a family, taking the time to study this text for yourself will be worth it. The implications are everlasting. Mothers make all the difference. It certainly wasn’t the father of these two boys because both had the same father.

The two mothers are Hagar and Sarai. Hagar represents the world. She was identified as a Bondwoman. Hagar was of the world. She was motivated by the flesh instead of being motivated by the promise of God like Sarai. “Fleshly mothers raise fleshly children.” It comes out in all kinds of ways like anger, lack of control, selfishness, worry, anxiety, self-righteous cynicism, pride,  insecurity and self-deprecation, just to name a few. Hagar’s son, Ishmael was certainly named correctly because Ishmael means “wild one.” In contrast, Sarai represents faith in Christ and grace, producing love, joy, peace, longsuffering, goodness, faith, meekness and temperance.  Therefore Sarai’s son, Isaac was submissive to the will of God.

If all we do is work at getting our children to keep a bunch of rules than we have failed them miserably. We don’t want behavioral change because it will never endure the influences of this world. The desire is to have genuine change or growth that only occurs from the life of Christ. We need children abiding in Christ and being led by the Spirit of God. Do not allow your precious Isaac to be influenced by the Ishmaels of this world. Stop permitting worldliness to infiltrate your home.  Absolutely we are to be closed minded to the world’s way while being open minded to the Word of God and sensitive to His prompting in our lives.

What sort of mother will your children have? Will your children be children of the bondwoman or free woman? What kind of atmosphere will you create and cultivate in your home? Will you cultivate a love in your children for the Local New Testament Church? Will you establish your home on the foundation of the Bible? What sort of mother are you? I close with this poem I came across a few years ago. I think the poem below sums it up perfectly the two sides of looking at motherhood.

The One Side

It’s such a waste of time to cook,
I’m just a walking cookery book.
I make and bake the morning through
The favorite pies and puddings, too.
And then, in half an hour, or less
My toil is gone to nothingness.
It’s waste of time to dust the stairs,
To clean the brass, and polish the chairs,
To seep, and pick up bits of fluff,
For nothing’s ever clean enough.
Five minutes after I have done,
Someone is sure to romp and run,
Kick out the stair-rods, flick the mats.
And slam the doors and scare the cats.
Some sticky hand is sure to press
The brasses from their sprightliness.
I tidy up, and do the dusting,
But all the while, my wings are rusting.
The, washing day, it seems to me,
It’s just a waste of energy.
What use to stand before a tub
And soak and rinse, and blue and rub?
Next week the self-same garment’s stain
Will come into my hands again.
It’s such a waste of time to mend,
One has no sooner reached the end
Of last week’s pile, then—need you ask it?
This week’s fills up the mending basket.
The stockings which were hale and hearty
Return from each picnicking party
Week and worn and wanly show
Great gaping holes in heel and toe,
While buttons have a cantankerous way
Of disappearing every day.
Sponging off the spots and ironing creases
Between it all I’m worn to pieces.
Woman, from cradle to grave,
Is nothing but a galley slave.

The Other Side

I’ve done an angel’s work today!
Yes, such an honor came my way.
Real angel’s work! And, lest you doubt it,
I’m going to tell you all about it.
Well, first, I cooked. It was so nice
To plan the pies, stewed fruit, and rice.
God sent His angel once to make
Cakes for a poor wayfarer’s sake.
But, just today He honored me,
And sent the task my way, you see.
Then, while I tidied up the place,
Gave every knob a radiant face,
Back of my mind this thought would lurk,
That I was still at angel’s work.
Putting away coats and dresses,
And moving small unsightlinesses.
For, oh! ’tis such a lovesome thing,
Just straightening out, and freshening.
And after that I washed a few
Small woolly garments, old, not new,
Things I had rubbed and rinsed before
Quite forty times, or even more.
And as I hung them on the line
I thought what God-like work was mine!
To cleanse—ah, me! —to wash out stains
Till not a single speck remains.
So, later in the day, ’twas sweet
To sit and rest my tired feet
Mending the clothes, and plan out, too,
How to make old things into new.
For surely ’tis an angel’s way
To put things right from day to day,
To find thin places, and repair
The glad rags and the sturdy wear.
Since wear and tear must surely be
On this side of Eternity,
I’m feeling very proud to say
I’ve done an angel’s work today!

Author Unknown