Just thinking over my journey as a wife, mom, homemaker . . . and how much time I spend on the floor. . .
Picking up toys
Sorting and organizing
Playing with blocks, cars, and trucks
Finding socks and shoes under the couch
Foot rubs after a hard day's work
Grading and filing schoolwork
Crying out to the Father
Bed time routines
Laughing and tickling
Kneeling in prayer
Digging in cabinets
Finding canned goods in the pantry
Sleep-overs in the living room
Loading another pile of laundry
Cleaning out closets
Feeling overwhelmed, exhausted
Dealing with the dogs
Searching for lost keys
Putting groceries away
Ring around the rosy
Pleading for grace and mercy
Hugs and kisses. . . .
. . . over and over again. . .
more prayer, more tears, more laughs, more prayer. . .
Not always glamorous, not always easy, some days it's downright heart-wrenching, but definitely humbling, stretching, growing, maturing, worth it. . .causing me to lean wholly on Him.
It is in these day-to-day moments that I have found my purpose, what is really important in life: my life on the floor is an offering to the Lord. . . serving my family becomes an act of worship to the Father. It is on the floor that I am humbled and am then able to offer myself as a living sacrifice to Him.
Lord, may I worship you with my whole heart by the way I live my life in my home for my family. May I not lose sight of the calling You've given me and the purpose for which I was called: Your daughter, his wife, their mother--all for Your glory.