I stood at the sink scrubbing dried cheese off a baking sheet. A smile played across my lips as I rinsed this very last dish, and thoughts of what to do for supper flitted through my mind. The baby napped, the dog slept protectively by the patio door, and I could hear my two eldest daughters in the next room chatting together. I was sure they were one moment from having an argument, the baby was likely a second away from waking, and the dog was probably dreaming about chasing off the mailman and eating my packages. But still I smiled.
I was made for this season of life.
Worship music played from my charging phone, I stood barefoot at the sink on a somewhat clean floor, and I felt overcome by joy at the obviously mundane. I was content as I cleaned, and although some days (make that most days) I teetered on feeling mildly insane, I truly was happy with the gig of motherhood and homemaker.
I had gotten called off from working at the bedside as a Registered Nurse, and though I’d miss the pay, I thought of no place I’d rather be than home. Even though I loved nursing and serving others through that vocation, my heart belonged to serving my family during this season.
I was made for such a season as this.
Playing out by the pool. Making a breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Reading library books together. Kissing booboos and praying for my family. Pretending to be the queen of the mermaids, and even trying to insert life lessons along the way. It was just some of the things my day had held.
There was something about serving my family, teaching them, and simply just looking at them play that made me feel like a part of me was finally complete. So many days held unique challenges, and on the especially hard days I wondered if I was doing well, but above all I felt a peace that I was doing exactly what the Lord had led me to do. When I watched my four year old laugh as she played, held a baby close while I rocked her to sleep, or got lost in my six year old’s blue eyes I was certain of one simple thing.
I was made for this.
So no matter how challenging, how difficult, how heartbreaking, or even frustrating, I know God placed me right here, right now, with a grand purpose to care for and help shape and mold my children for His glory. To lead them with humility, to serve my husband with love, and to accept the lessons the Lord taught me along the way.
I can think of no greater service than this. Along the way I cared for patients at the hospital hopefully helping make their lives a little better, and I shared it all with strangers across the world, hoping to inspire others with my words. I lead a team of entrepreneurs, and I tried to help my family and friends in love. But above all I tried to remember that each day I lived I could lead my children closer to knowing Jesus.
I was made for that.