By Contributing Writer, Kimberly@Raising Olives
Four small children romp around me as I will my pregnant self to do the next thing.
Two diaper changes.
Four little ones dressed for the day.
Breakfast for six.
Wipe four small faces and eight small hands.
Stop to nurse the baby and change two more diapers.
Back to the dishes.
I hear crying so stop to help teach the littles to settle their dispute biblically.
Pray with two small sinners.
Head back to those dirty dishes.
And so goes the day.
At 5:30, Mark asks about our day and I don’t know how to answer.
I was busy, so busy that there was hardly a chance to think, so busy that I struggle to make it through more diaper changes, dinner and family worship. So tired I don’t want to think about tomorrow.
But what did we do?
We did not accomplish a single thing that won’t have to be done tomorrow.
I’m supposed to be a servant of the most high. I’m supposed to be telling nations about the wonderful name of Jesus. The world around me is longing for a Savior and I’m changing diapers and washing faces.
All the other moms are doing something. I hear them talking about it at church. Not me, I’m stuck in survival mode.
But there is honor in service.
And whoever gives one of these little ones even a cup of cold water because he is a disciple, truly, I say to you, he will by no means lose his reward.
‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’
and there is dominion in diapers.
Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.
Oh sister in Christ, I now have a different perspective.
Those four little ones are now 15, 14, 13 and almost 12.
I still will my pregnant self to do the next thing. I still get up to change diapers and wash dishes, but as I work, our 15 year old spends the day helping a mother with four young ones. That momma of littles gets a nap because of my effort years ago.
Our 14 year old spends a day making food for a mother with a newborn and a houseful of children. That family eats dinner because of my effort years ago.
Our 13 year old mows the yard for our neighbor in order to demonstrate Jesus. That neighbor sees Christ because of my effort years ago.
Our almost 12 year old reads stories and works crafts with her younger siblings. Those littles see self-sacrificing love because of my effort years ago.
I still can’t see the whole picture. I don’t know what Christ has in store for these eleven children He’s entrusted to my care. I don’t know what the impact of their lives might be. But I see more than I did and I wish to share the vision with you. For truly,
Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.