Thursday, May 3, 2012
I stand at my sink and scrub potatoes dug from beneath the earth in dad's garden.
I slice squash and zucchini and take chicken from the oven and I know.
I know this mothering really is ministry. This loving of family with dinner cooked and laundry folded is more. This serving my husband is not just physical.
It's all things I know but as the words form my heart grows.
It is in this making of a home that God is seen.
It's in this loving that God becomes known.
My husband arises while it is still dark and kisses me goodbye and this daily sacrifice for our family is worship to our God.
I listen to the sound of our children sleeping, tucked in beds warm and safe and theirs. I count my blessings and thank God for this ministry.
This knowing ...it changes me.
Suddenly daily frustrations take on new meaning and I ask forgiveness for my unseeing eyes.
Like yesterday in the grocery store where my flesh ruled and my heart followed and this unsettling affected my spirit and took my joy...but I had provision to buy everything I needed.
Or at the doctor's office when things didn't go as I imagined they would and though my smile was present my heart was polluted and my thoughts impure...but my son is healing and my family is whole.
Or the pile of dirt by the front door from shoes thrown inside without dusting...but the game of front yard football was fun and we laughed.
Or this house that is too small and these dishes that fill the sink daily...but this family fills the table and my arms are full.
These things aren't meant to take our joy, although they can if we choose. They are for growing and reminding and changing and thanking.
I begin today with my eyes open and my heart bowed.
I stretch these hands wide and worship my God who causes all things to work together for good to those who love Him (Romans 8:28).
And, oh, how I do.
Linking with beautiful Emily today.