Too often I can let words penetrate. Words that are harsh, or critical, not life-giving or edifying. Words that I know are not true, but slowly I let eat away at me until I start to believe they are true. Lies.
I left a conversation the other day, determined to keep my armour intact, to not let any cracks from through which the words could seep. But seep and creep and worm their way in they did...
So, you JUST stay at home??
How can you feel fulfilled?
What do you do all day?
Don't you miss the challenge?
Questions leading to questions, leading to doubt...
What DO I do all day?
Am I fulfilled?
But then I am reminded...
when we've read Big Red Barn for the 20th time this week and mooed and meowed and cock-a-doodle-doed ourselves silly... when Wesley proclaims "AMEN!" before digging into his lunch... when "M" triumpantly stands for "MAMA!" and "W" for "WES-LEEEE!"... when we tuck Mr. Monkey into bed and tip-toe and shush so not to wake him... when his eyes light up at the prospect of "helping" mom makes cookies... when the baby in my belly gets peppered with kisses all day... when I see his future laid out before me, already imagined and realized... when the weight of it all, my responsibility to train up this child, is all so real...
... when my day us full of all this and more and I fall into bed exhausted with time only to say "Thank you Lord" before sleeps comes...
"Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Remember that the Lord will give you an inheritance as your reward, and that the Master you are serving is Christ." Colossians 3:23, 24