faith · motherhood

When We Just Want It to Matter

I was on top of my game yesterday.  Managed jazzy childcare, grocery store with both little ones (and stayed in budget), homemade bread in the oven and dinner in the crockpot, middle school play practice with all four, homework done, bath for peed-on-herself Millie, Community Bible Study with a completed lesson, rough draft of blog for today, endured screaming baby for an hour without having a breakdown myself.  Like I said,  got this.

Enter Tuesday.

Usually Tuesday doesn’t mess with me so much.  It’s quieter than Monday and a lot less hectic because I’m down three kids,  instead of the usual two, thanks to church preschool.  Gus naps a lot and I write a lot or plan a lot or pinterest things I’ll never do.  But this week I had resolved not to waste my time, but rather to make the most of it, to treat this gift of a couple uninterrupted hours during morning nap as my scheduled work time.  I don’t want to just play with these words anymore, I want to use them for good.  So, I had a plan.

Someday I’m going to stop expecting my plans to work out like I expect.

Bet you can guess the worse glitch in my plan—
the wonder of technology.  Everything I was going to work on centered on my access to the internet.  It’s where all my posts are archived, where I monitor submission requirements, where I find ideas for promoting what I’m trying to do.  And it’s how I keep up with really important information, you know, like what my sister had for dinner and when my friends are watching Downton Abbey.

Except the all-consuming internet was down.  Again.  Our line through the phone company is known for being unreliable and not working if it’s sunny.  Or cloudy.  Or rainy.  Or windy.  Basically, it’s a never-ending problem.  We’ve been signed up for the new fiber optic network since Thanksgiving, but hadn’t been turned on, so when I realized the connection was out again, I was readied to call both companies and complain.  Then, out of the blue, electrician man turns up to connect the service!  I figured God was smiling on me.  (Electrician man also admitted they had lost our request somehow.  Knew we should have been calling more.)

However, if you know me, you know I’m not tech savvy in the least.  My solution is always just to turn something off and then back on, and if that doesn’t work, I leave it up to my husband.  The man’s a saint about this, really.  Because when I couldn’t use either connection this morning after following tech support directions and my own bumbling instincts, he got the weepy call.

Of course I cried.  I cried because I was frustrated, I felt stupid, I felt inadequate, and I had that enemy who sows seed of doubt whispering in my ear: See?  It doesn’t matter what you do.  What you think is important is nothing compared to those who have real jobs, who are making a paycheck, who are supporting their family.

Since I’ve become a stay-at-home mom that’s been the hardest voice to ignore.  The taunt that what I do doesn’t matter.  That blogging about the grace in my trials, that planning seven days of meals, that clipping coupons and shopping sales, that baking instead of buying, and consigning instead of spending, all these things I do right now to fill my days and feed my family spiritually, physically, and emotionally matter to no one but me.

But they do matter.  They do make a difference.  They do build my family in a way that I wasn’t doing before. What I do is important to me, and, I believe it is, therefore, important to my God.  He heard my rant this morning and He felt my tears, and He assured my soul that this season He has called me to is for His glory, even in my mess.

Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen.
1 Peter 5:6-11 ESV

I think here it’s easy to feel like the motherhood routine doesn’t matter, especially when seen in the light of the suffering and poverty fellow mothers face around our world everyday.  But I promise–
Today, whatever you do matters.  It matters to the ones who have skinned knees and messy backpacks and leftover lunches and snot noses and swinging ponytails.  It matters to your family.  And it matters to God.  
Who knows?  Maybe what Jesus is doing with you today will change the world 50 years from now instead of 50 days, but the point is, it will change and you will be part of the plan.

What you do matters.  To God.  To your family.  To me.
Rock on mamas, He’s got this.  We matter.

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