It appears to have worked, by the way. It flew off the shelves, so look for more of this type of cover to come in the future.
However, I think the question posed on the cover, may be more sensational than the picture. The question Time and all the world wants to know is this: Are You Mom Enough?
If you are a mother, then you know well the demands. They come from all sides and are relentless.
- The world demands outward perfection. My body must be a rock, my skin must be like a baby's, and my hair must shine, bounce, and cascade.
- The church can demand perfections too: service without rest, saying yes until there is no margin in my life, doing it all with a smile even if my world is falling apart. And please, please don't tell of your real struggles. Get those worked out somewhere else.
- My children make impossible demands, as well. "Mommy, mommy, mommy" ad infinitum, from my preschooler and "Mommmmm!" (roll of the eyes) from my teens lets me know I am not enough; they need more, more, more.
- And perhaps, worst of all, are the times I am not enough for myself. And I ask questions such as: "Why can't I keep the kitchen clean? Get a meal on the table? Work out three times a week? Look younger? Sing better? Make time for friends? Put that closet in order? Get my children to help around the house? Get over that?"
Lots of questions and behind each one is the enemy. As a friend of mine likes to say, Satan doesn't fight fair. And he never stops asking, "Are you Mom enough?"
The question is there to nag me, to confuse me, to put fear in me. And most of all, it tempts me to grasp for all that I am not and cannot be. And from the guilt and fear, I begin to plan how I will beat that question. I will do this. I will do that. I will do it all and do it well.
The truth is it's less of a question and more of an accusation.
And my enemy smiles. He's got me where he wants me. Trying harder, striving, trying to control things that are not mine, juggling more than He has called me to, until my head is spinning.
This is when I must stop and turn to my Father. "Am I mom enough?" I ask Him, "Have I failed in this role you have called me to? How can I do it all, Lord?"
"Beloved daughter and princess," He says to me, "you are asking the wrong question. It is not, 'Are you mom enough,' but 'Am I God enough?' And I Am... I Am the all sufficient One. My rivers don't run dry. My streams never cease. Come to Me and rest from this weariness of striving to be someone's all in all. That is not the role of mom, but of God. I have called you to be Mine. I have made you holy in My sight, without any blemish. You are free from accusation. This is all I see."
Ahhhh, sweet freedom. Never Mom enough and not called to be. Thank you, Lord Jesus.