The dishes will grow legs and chase me down if I don’t get them in the dishwasher soon. The laundry is sprouting children. My carpet is full of bobby pins and dust bunnies. There are a million things I could do to improve my household at this very moment.
But my baby is crying for me.
I feel such guilt sitting on my butt, just holding or nursing my newborn, when I’m staring at a pile of folded laundry that hasn’t made it to it’s places for two days, or see the dust building up on the shelves, or I smell the pile of dirty cloth diapers in the room next to me.
And he just wants me to hold him, talk with him, tell him how much I love him.
So unproductive. So lazy. I must be a bad mom for not being able to keep everything up.
Have you felt this way? Some proverbs 31 wife I am, I can’t even keep the fridge well stocked let alone spin my own fabric and churn my own butter.
I’m no supermom. But God never told us that we had to be, did He? Oh, I thought that was the 11th commandment: thou shall be supermom. No? Whoops.
I put so much pressure on myself to always have it all together, when Jesus came because we never could get it together in the first place. I constantly have this drive to have everything in place, and for what? A magazine worthy home? A life that I can show off? A perfected list of do’s and don’t’s?
What a waste of time!
The men who followed Jesus never got it all together. In fact, living a life of devotion to Jesus tore every tiny piece of normalcy from their lives. They had no routine, no plan, no list to cross off. They had nothing but the Lord to keep their eyes on.
Even as a mom, with chores up the wazoo, a baby who needs my constant attention, and a hubby who works hard and deserves my whole heart, mind, and body, everyday, I feel the pull of surrendering my life. To give up all I have, to lay it all down, for the sake of Christ who saved us. To simply come to Him, and let him hold me, instead of trying to win His approval through a clean kitchen.
And that’s really what it all comes down to: am I living my life in light of Christ’s redemption, allowing His work and his timing to take over mine? Or am I living for myself and my own accomplishments and list and time management?
In light of Jesus, there is great joy in the miracle of my son. Him needing me to simply sit and hold Him echoes the great need I have for Jesus to simply sit with me, hold me, and tell me that he loves me.
There is nothing greater than a God who loves us enough to set aside the world and it’s problems and chores and simply love on us. Nothing greater than a God so enamored with us that He sent His own son to take our place. That is the gospel. Praise God!
Therefore, in light of this great truth, as I write, I’m cuddled up on the couch, holding my little man, reminding him that he is more important to me than my to-do list.
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