So I am climbing back on today because I have gotten my knickers all in a bunch over something said in the sermon today. Our regular pastor is taking a few well deserved weeks off. Our youth director spoke today about Moses leaving a life of comfort because he was asked to go free the Isrealites. The basic theme was that as Americans, we tend to seek out comfort when God is calling us to greater things to advance his Kingdom. Also, that being comfortable is boring and we should strive to live epic lives for God’s purposes.
Nothing offensive in that, right? I totally believe that we all need to stretch and grow outside our comfort zones when God is calling us to serve him. It was the personal example he used that ruffled my feathers. He was talking about how he and his wife made all sorts of plans before their baby came 4 months ago in order to make life comfortable enough for her to stay home. She has found 4 months into motherhood that her life is boring and feels like it lacks purpose. He then said, “I think in striving to serve her [by making her life comfortable], I have done her a dis-service.”
That was the point when steam came out of my ears and I stopped listening to any other good points he may have made. I know I am probably completely misinterpreting what he said (supported by the fact that 2 people who I talked to afterwards did not remotely hear it the same way), but you will have to excuse me for reacting this was, being someone a bit defensive of my decision to stay home with my children. To me, that decision is anything but the comfortable choice to make.
We have sacrificed 2 incomes for 1. I am paying off loans for a master’s degree I am not using. The part of my brain that makes intelligent conversation with adults has gone on vacation and I am not sure when it is coming back. My most meaningful contributions to society as of late are my completely random posts on a blog a handful of people read.
Is it boring? Yes and no. Doing dishes and laundry every day, over and over, in piles that never seem to go away… boring. Feeding the same 3 rotations of lunches to my picky 3 1/2 year old… boring. Doing a similar routine everyday… boring. But I don’t ever doubt that it is completely within God’s will for me to be doing this.
Could I make a major impact on the world if I picked up my family, moved to Africa and spent my days serving the needy? Absolutely. But I am spending my days making a difference in the lives of 2 precious little girls. How better can I serve God than to raise up children who know Him and live to serve Him? I simply don’t trust anyone else to do that job, and that is why I made the choice to stay home.
So, I know in my head I am overreacting to a small comment in an otherwise good sermon. I am just so tired of feeling devalued for being “just a mom.” I wear that title as proudly as any CEO wears theirs’ and I wouldn’t change where I am for anything. I just hoped that in a community of Christians that decision would be celebrated and today I felt like it wasn’t. I am hoping to write a intelligent, un-PMS laden (yes, that isn’t helping) email to our pastor and let him know my feelings. Then I will climb down off my soapbox and re-enter the world of “comfort” and “boredom” I am accustomed to. OK, I am climbing down for real.