Getting our familial machine up and moving again after extended illness is a bit like a baby giraffe learning to walk. We wobble and lay back down a lot. You can’t just vault back to full speed. Or you’ll spend Wednesday with your sinuses in revolt, demanding that you LAY THE HECK DOWN.
Ask me how I know.
Earlier in the week, I went to our homeschool support group. One of the veteran moms encouraged us not to get weary in the drudgery, the sameness, the under-appreciated job of raising small people. She reminded us that every small step of obedience is an act of worship.
So what constitutes obedience for a mom like me? It’s doing the job I’ve been given, one step at a time.
It’s changing the diapers, pushing that second load of pee-soaked sheets through the wash in time for naps, listening to that phonics lesson, reading the same I Spy book to the baby 4 times a day, hunting down those missing shoes, rubbing lavender oil on the boo-boos, remembering to thaw the meat for dinner …. pause while I run to the freezer to dig up some chicken…
And then there’s the time you’re out for coffee with a friend and you get the call asking you to pick up some super glue for the baby’s head.
It’s the small things, really.
Now, I certainly don’t picture a choir of angels singing hallelujahs over me every time I remove the stench from Finn’s backside. But it did give me pause to picture that one act as a musical note of worship, and the next steps toward the sink to clean dishes as another note… til the notes build and harmonize and crescendo in a day full of seemingly meaningless tasks… and He is glorified by my tune of faithful work.
One wobbly baby giraffe step and then another, humming along in my weakness, but I say “yes” to the next act of motherhood and my Creator receives worship.
Even if I never get out of my yoga pants today…