It’s a Wednesday night, much like any other night of the week.. Bryce is working another 48 hour shift, which means I’m stuck at home. alone. again.
The boys were taking a bath and I was folding laundry nearby, having a bit of a pity party about how redundant and dull life seems some days; wipe a runny nose, change another diaper, make another meal, do more dishes, fold more laundry, clean up more poop.. I mean, how many times can you read “The Fire Engine Book” in just one morning? In one week? I often hear the words “sit” and “boot” (book) coming from Conaln. He wants me to sit and read it again. So I do.. But tonight, as I was folding the mound of laundry, I couldn’t help but think, isn’t there something better I could be doing? I just want purpose in life! I want to make a difference in the world!
I was already scolding myself for feeling this way, because I know better.. I really do. I *know* my job has *great* purpose. You know the quote well, “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world”
and Matthew 25:40 says, “Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.”
…but that’s hard to remember. Hard to grasp
some most days, isn’t it?
Just then I heard Bryce Eric talking as he splashed in the bathtub. He’d been talking the whole time but his words caught my ear; “..and I’m thankful for Conlan, and I’m thankful for God, and I’m thankful for Mommo coming to visit us, and I’m thankful for daddy coming home..”
Um, Convicting? YES! I got a bit choked up… Thank you, Jesus, for giving me somethign tangible. For reminding me I *am* making a difference! I really needed that tonight.
“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9