Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Stay-at-home missionary

My blog is not usually a place where I get preachy, but from time to time, God impresses on me something that I like to share.
I a mom of four little boys, and wife to a husband who is technically unemployed (although there has been scarcely a day since he lost his job that God has not provided work for him to do somewhere).

As thankful as I am for my current place in life, it can be stressful! I am realizing as I get older just how much stress can affect my physical well-being if I let it- tension headaches, achy muscles and generally feeling blah. It also doesn't help my relationship with my kids when I am uptight all the time. These past few weeks I feel like I have been blaming my kids for my neck aches and grumpiness.

To fix this problem, I have been trying to get up early enough to have some quiet time, a time to do a little exercise and stretching so I can face the hungry hordes in a more relaxed frame of mind. But in a small house, it is difficult to get up early without waking everyone in the process. I was so determined this morning to do my exercise, drink my coffee, read my Bible in peace and quiet that when the kids all came cheerfully tumbling out of bed right when I had taken a seat, an hour ahead of normal time, I was not a happy camper. I told them in a none too friendly voice that if they were going to be awake, they couldn't ask for breakfast, they couldn't make a peep, and they had to sit still on the couch for half an hour while I did my yoga. You can guess how well that went. By the end of my "relax" time, I was more keyed up than ever. I kept asking God why, when it was surely a good thing to seek quiet time in the morning, he was not letting me have it.

But as so often happens, I stumbled across this little blurb while I grabbed a minute to read some Elisabeth Elliot. She had found this passage written many years ago by a missionary, and at first I was going to pass over it, thinking it didn't apply to me since I wasn't on the mission field, but thankfully I remembered in time that I most certainly am on a mission field. It read,

"I am finding out that it is a mistake to plan to get through a certain amount of work in a certain time. It almost always ends in disappointment and frustration, besides not being the right way to go about it. It makes one impatient of interruptions and delay. Just as you are beginning, someone comes along to sit with you and have a chat! You might think it hardly possible to be impatient and put out where there is such an opportunity for spreading God's love, but it is. It may be just at mealtime, or you are writing a letter to catch the mail, or you were just going out for some much needed exercise. Surely good things in themselves. But better still, spreading the gospel through your actions, and I think it is well to cultivate an attitude of mind which will enable one to welcome the intruder from the heart at any time. "No admittance except on business" scarcely shows a true missionary spirit."

There is nothing so humbling as realizing you are going about something the totally wrong way, but nothing so encouraging as realizing that God shows these things to you just when you need them. I hope this is a help to anyone out there, struggling on their own private mission field.

6 comments:

Jonesey said...

Well, then good thing you did get up early or that wouldn't have made such an impression on you!

That is so sweet, Nicky and so true! Thanks for sharing that!

Jason and Gretchen said...

Thanks, I needed that!

Leanne said...

Thanks for sharing. I cannot count the number of times since entering motherhood that I have let myself become upset because of the kids "interrupting" my plans. I have yet to figure out a good way to fit both my quiet time and exercise in before the kids wake up. 6am feels early enough in the morning. While talking with some other moms at church the other day, I was reminded that being both a mother and a wife is all about self sacrifice....giving up what you want for others needs. Such a hard lesson to remember when things like a few minutes of quiet seem so necessary.

Erika said...

Oye. Talk about a hit between the eyes! Very pertinent, and encouraging! Thanks for putting that out there.

Bryonie said...

Thanks, Nick!

Hannah G said...

You might have stumbled across it already, but this reminded me a lot of an article my friend Rachel wrote recently: http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/motherhood-as-a-mission-field

I have caught myself yelling sharply at the kids because "I need a little quiet to read my Bible, for pity's sake!" And it's hard to remember that sometimes sanctification looks less like an hour of solitary prayer and more like an hour cleaning up melted chocolate chips that have been smashed into the beige carpet. ;)