Wonder Woman Must Die (Review: Ordinary Mum, Extraordinary Mission)

Wonder Woman Must Die (Review: Ordinary Mum, Extraordinary Mission)


Before our eldest was born, I read a few books to prepare me for the changes ahead. Nothing prepared me as well as “Ordinary Mum, Extraordinary Mission*” by Anna France Williams and Joy French. I wrote some reflections on the book at the time – 2 months before our baby was actually born. Now that he’s 5 years old, I can testify that the wisdom of this book has been extremely helpful and has massively shaped my philosophy and approach to being a mum. It’s a must-read for anyone who wants to make the most of their mummy-years for God’s glory. 

See my original reflections below.


I’ve been reading a book recently called “Ordinary Mum, Extraordinary Mission*“. It sounds a bit cheesy, but I’ve found it really helpful for preparing me for the changes ahead.

I’m very excited about us having our first baby. As my tummy gets bigger and the baby gets squirmier, it all begins to feel very imminent! There are so many things to be excited about.  It’s so brilliant that Scott and I are going to get the privilege of bringing this little one up – I can’t wait to get to know him/her. What will they look like? What will their likes/ dislikes/ opinions/ interests/ skills be? In what ways will they be like me? How will they be like Scott? There is so much potential and life in this little wriggly one. I’m so excited about all the special times ahead, the baby’s first smile, peek-a-boo, the belly laughs, sticky fingers, their first prayer and all their questions about “why?”

I’ve also had some time to think about what life will look like for me as a mother. While I’ve felt for some time that I wanted to be a full-time mum, I’ve always felt committed to the idea that I won’t really be “staying at home”. I have wanted to be out and about, getting to know other mum’s in the community, blessing the neighbours around us, spending time with Scott’s family, investing in relationships at church, doing some theological study, reading the bible with students, and of course sharing the gospel with people I meet along the way. In my mind’s eye, the house will be tidy-ish, meals would be prepared for Scott and others coming home, and the baby will be cooing happily for all to dote on.

Now all these things are good things to aspire to. I do want to make the most of the amazing opportunities that having a cute baby gives you. However, reading this book has helped me to see what a self-centred and self-reliant vision I’ve had of parenting.

In some ways, I’m afraid of losing my identity as a UCCF staff worker. It can be easy to find your identity in your work – and for me, the thought of not being in paid employment and of not doing “Christian Ministry” is a bit scary. The thought of the “glamour” of staff work coming to an end has resulted in me subconsciously trying to build a new identity on the basis of successful motherhood.

This is what Anna-France Williams says, “When I began writing this book, my idea of what a missional mum looked like was Wonder Woman, soaring around the planet rescuing troubled souls, kids in tow, changing bag slung over one shoulder, cape flying, wearing a freshly applied coat of sheer red lipstick. That was who I aspired to be. I had picked up the idea that mums who could ‘do it all’ and ‘have it all’ (running projects, groups, volunteering, baking, preparing endless creative activities for toddlers, earning money, having regular deep chats about God with strangers) were the ones who were truly bathing in the glory of God’s favour and obeying the Great Commission in Matthew 28.”

As the book goes on, it becomes apparent that the authors, Anna France-Williams and Joy French, have been humbled by the reality of actual parenting! The reality, it seems, is that your deep and meaningful conversations are often cut short due to a need of your child – running to stop them throwing themselves off a piece of furniture, or stop them hitting another child, or to kiss them better when they’ve towergrazed their knee. The reality is also that parenting is tiring work, and so however good the intentions of doing evening things – community projects, church meetings, even having people round for a meal – is often a battle of the will, because all you want to do is snuggle up with a book and a bar of chocolate! Also, parenting makes you realise that rather than having the natural ability and resources to serve everyone else’s needs – you often really need help yourself in order to keep sane, rested and eating properly. In fact, being real about struggles in parenting can be a much better way of deepening friendships with believers and non-Christians rather than trying to give the impression that you are coping brilliantly.

So the book has been a really helpful corrective for me. I have a bit of a Messiah complex, and trying to be super mum – looking after baby, husband, and all those other needy souls out there, would absolutely play to my selfish pride. It’s liberating to know that I’m justified by God’s grace and have nothing to prove to my heavenly father. My identity isn’t primarily in my employment (or lack thereof), or my marital status, or in how I spend my time – my identity is in Christ. I couldn’t possibly be more loved by the Father then I currently am in Christ. So this frees me up to enjoy basking in his love for me, and serve others out of a place of security. Praise the Lord that my identity is found in his Son and not my performance.


Five years on I can truthfully say that the honesty and realism of this book is wonderful! I recommended it to anyone who would listen then and I would still highly recommend it now. Whether you’re expecting, a new-parent or a seasoned parent, this is a really heart-warming and readable book that will encourage your heart with the wonderful gospel. It is also inspiring, and will make you want to make the most of the exciting opportunities for mission that being a parent give you. 

When your child is hard to like…

We have a confession to make, which we think some of you may relate to?

Sometimes our children infuriate and exasperate us.

It could be the endless sibling squabbles, the baby biting the mastitis- infected breast AGAIN, or finding out that the cream sofa has pen drawings on it.

These are pretty normal things to get frustrated about, and you may even say that being infuriated is fair enough.

But do you ever go through periods when you and one of your children just aren’t getting on very well? You’re at loggerheads. The repeated conflict, the repeated disobedience, the repeated hurt feelings mean that you can feel a constant undercurrent of annoyance at that child? Perhaps you’ve never felt like that about your children – and in a way we hope not. It’s a grim way to feel.

But let’s say you do find yourself there. You can’t change their behaviour. And you can’t change your feelings of disappointment towards them.

What next?

Do we embrace the cliché “I love you, but I just don’t like you very much right now.”?

Or do we fight for their hearts and for our own? Do we fight to have a loving affection towards them despite, and in the midst of, their waywardness?

One of us was feeling this way about one of our children recently, and God gave that person a brainwave.

Pray.

Pray for the child. Pray for us as parents. Pray for the relationship.

Well, d’uh, you might say. So far, so obvious.

But.

But here is the GENIUS part. Pray for them while they’re sleeping!

Have you ever sat at the foot of the bed and prayed for your wayward child?

We dare you to. We dare you to pray for your sleeping child and not fall in love with them all over again. Sleeping children are so delicious! They look like beautiful cherubs.

And as you pray over them, fighting for their hearts, praying for protection for them in their own spiritual battle, imploring God to act on their behalf, you’ll feel God’s fatherly affection for them well up in your heart.

It’s not that their foibles and frustratingness has gone away – you still remember it all. But you’re able, somehow, to put it into perspective.

It’s a wonderful experience. In the quietness of night, in the stillness, and to the sound of their deep breathing – to pray for their precious little lives. It’s an honour. And it makes a difference.

But as special as this is. It also highlights a huge difference between our love for our children, and God’s love for us. It’s striking how much superior his is.

This is the extraordinary difference between us and God….

When Jesus intercedes for us before the Father, it’s not because we’re cute and angelic-looking. In fact it’s quite the opposite. Jesus knows more fully than we could know the horrendous, dark, all-encompassing extent of our sin.

Yet he loves us anyway.

He prays for our good despite the ugliness of our hearts. He spreads his protection over us, not because he had some obligation to do so (we rejected him, remember) but because he would rather take the hit; he would rather take the punishment and shame of our sin on himself rather than see us suffer the consequences of it.

God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.
2 Corinthians 5:21

He implores that the Father act on our behalf, not because we’re sweet and endearing, but because he is full of mercy and grace. Because he gave his life to rescue us, and he’s not going to give up on us now.

He intercedes for us because of his extraordinary, indelible, all-consuming, unconditional love for us.

So, as you pray for your difficult child (or children) as they sleep, remember the one who cares for, prays for and fights for your good. And be encouraged. Be overwhelmed. Be moved. Because the one who sees our waywardness also won our forgiveness, and now looks with stubborn and passionate loving affection towards us.

Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died–more than that, who was raised to life–is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.
Romans 8:34