Mama Bear

(image found on Google)

(image found on Google)

I can not protect my children from everything, nor do I want to because serious growing up as people comes when we have trials. But, there is something so deeply built into my Mama DNA. I'm not sure what to call it other than describe it as, "If you mess with my cubs, you will have this Mama Bear stuffing you in a picnic basket!"
(That's a horrible name, I'll work on it.)

The other night, I awoke from a deep, zombie-esque sleep. I could not go back to sleep.  I checked on my children that were home, they were sawing logs peacefully in their beds, my other son was at his buddy's house for a sleepover.

I was panicked, People.  A battle raged in my head and I instantly began to pray hardcore for protection over my kids. Do I text my friend in the middle of the night to check on my son? What will she think of me!  What if I don't text and something's happened? I would never forgive myself for not listening to my gutt. I couldn't go back to sleep. Could. Not.  I picked up my phone, broke my texting etiquette and wrote my friend.

I sincerely apologize for the late text but I woke up with a panic in my heart, is he alright?  I hesitated to even text but I can't shake this Mama feeling. Forgive me for waking you if I do, I know you will understand.

Send. Wait. Praying. You know those three little dots that pop-up to let you know someone is texting you back... I loved those dots more than anything in the world right then in the middle of the night.  Bless my dear friend, she must think I'm completely insane, she wrote me back.  My boy is sleeping, safe and sound. That is all I needed to hear, I was ready to go back to sleep. Right? No, I was meant to hear more...

Your prayers transcend time and space.  The most powerful in the spirit world.  Obedience is what He is looking for.  I just had this picture of you in armor protecting even his dreams with your prayers.

My friend included this image in her text... I cried and laughed at the same time.

My friend included this image in her text... I cried and laughed at the same time.

Say what now??? When I read those words I knew who they were ultimately from, my Protector, My King. The things that went through my mind before sending that first text was nothing short of a battle, a battle on another level of reality that I can not see. (2 Corinthians 10: 3-5)  I went with my gutt on this one, I allowed the Mama Bear loose. You bet I questioned my lack of faith and trust in God to protect my Babies through prayer. But I quickly realized, HECK TO THE NO, I was absolutely trusting Him, it was all I had in the middle of the night.

Fellow Mama Bears, never hesitate on that 'sixth sense', that tug deep in your heart, that gutt feeling... even in the wee hours of the morning.  You know what that is? It is a special, direct connection Moms have with the God of the Universe.  Do not take your job lightly.  We are given these precious children to love, protect and fight for.  So what if you need to look like an over-protective helicopter Mom, do it.  Your children are your cubs and I know you will fight like a bear for them.  Put your paws up and pray over your kids everyday.  Pray your face off, Warriors.

Ephesians 6:12-13 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.