I recently finished reading a little book called Stepping Heavenward, by Elizabeth Prentiss, which was recommended to me by a friend. It is a fiction book first published in 1869. It is a sweet little story that is like a Christian Anne of Green Gables meets maybe, Little Women. I am not sure this book is for everyone, but I enjoyed it.
There was one line in the story that really stood out to me…
I think a mother, especially, ought to learn to enter into the gayer moods of her children even at the very moment when her own heart is sad. And it may be as religious an act for her to romp with them at one time as it is to pray with them at another.
It kind of reminded me of this verse from Romans 12:1 (MSG)…
So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him.
Sometimes it is hard to remember that even in the ordinary acts of mothering I am worshipping. And I must bring my best sacrifice when I worship. That means sometimes I must be happy with my children when I am feeling the opposite inside. Sometimes that means I sit on the floor and play princesses or sit at the table and play chess even when I have a thousand other things to do. It means I read the same books and watch the same movies.
My calling as a mother may not be as helpful as being a missionary doctor or impactful as starting a church. But my calling as a mother is equally important. I am raising a human being. A person that I am going to send out into the world and hope that they can make a difference for Christ. They will be impacted because I offered myself to God and to them today.