It's Sunday evening. We had a busy (and early) day at church, afternoon naps, and a family walk to enjoy this AMAZING November weather. As I sit in the recliner watching one child fight imaginary bad guys and the other play with his new Fisher Price ball machine (a super fun birthday gift), I meditate on a thought that struck me this morning.
This is my calling.
If I'm honest with myself, I'd have to admit that I don't often take it seriously enough. I'm not just a babysitter or caretaker to a couple of boys. Making sure my children are bathed and fed is definitely important, but there is SO much more to being a mom.
Being a mommy is a precious privilege that I don't want to take for granted. I find mind wandering often to questions like:
"I wonder who God wants me to impact with my life and ministry?" or "Who did God REALLY create me to be?"
The answer is crawling across the living room floor...........
I want my boys to remember the proud look in my eyes when they take their first steps or sing out in the Christmas program.
I want my boys to think of me when they scramble eggs in their first apartment.
I want to be the hand my boys reach for when they need that extra reassurance.
I want to be a picture of the grace we so so desperately need not only for salvation but every day life.
It may not always be a glamorous job and it definitely doesn't have a high salary, BUT it's a privilege and my calling. In 15 years, it won't matter if I have thousands of blog subscribers, hundreds of customers, dozens of speaking engagements, or a house completely decorated with Pinterest inspired crafts.