This space we live in has become quite normal, quite ordinary to me. The daily routine has become more of a drudge as I know that each day just brings more dishes, more errands, more of the same lessons to be taught to children who seem to have forgotten them from just 24 hours prior.
I love my children, my husband, my home, my God. I’ve just been stuck in an ordinary mindset.
The home, however, is no ordinary place. It has only become that way in my mind because of MY perspective.
Five years ago called me home – to be in this place, raising our children, making a home. It was something I wanted with all my heart, but it was also scary at the time. I didn’t realize how comfortable I had become in the working world. I wasn’t the best housekeeper. I didn’t do a lot of “homemade.” And suddenly, my two children would be with me, relying on me, needing me every moment of every day.
In all that comes with raising children over the past five years, I had forgotten that God CALLED me home. It was clear as a bell during a worship service while I was pregnant with Little J. We were planning a move as The Hubby had been accepted to medical school. I had resigned my teaching position and been applying for part-time elementary music jobs in the community we thought we would end up in. That was MY plan, but God told me differently. He called me home.
And we listened. Even though it made no sense financially, I became a stay-at-home mom and that’s what I’ve been ever since.
The stay-at-home mom part is not easy to forget – it’s what I do. But the calling…how could I forget that?
That calling is important. Essential. Purpose-giving. Holy.
And that last word is the word that caught me the other day as I read about Joshua and the angel in one of the last few chapters of Bob Goff’s book, Love Does.
The angel told them to take off their shoes because they were on holy ground, just as we are today.
Have you ever thought of the ground you’re walking on right now as holy ground? That floor covered in crushed Cheerios and the always-dangerous Legos? I can guarantee I had not thought of those played-on, stomped-on, crawled-on floors as holy for a long time…or ever.
Our homes are holy ground because family is a high calling. My friend Lisa-Jo Baker, writing about motherhood, said…
I am convinced that the God who made you, sculpted you, loved you into being considers your story just as important as the work of rescuing women from the slums in Kenya or the traffickers in Ukraine.
And that story is worth fighting for, right? Joshua was on his way to a fight when he encountered that angel and took his shoes off. Our homes, our families, our stories deserve to be more than just ordinary and we must fight to make them so. I want to do what Bob Goff says:
I need to pick the fight myself…Then, most important of all, I need to run barefoot toward it. But I want to go barefoot because it’s holy ground; I want to be running because time is short and none of us has as much runway as we think we do; and I want it to be a fight because that’s where we can make a difference. That’s what love does.
You don’t need to be a stay-at-home mom to consider your home holy ground. If you’re a parent, wherever you walk with your kids, for your kids, because of your kids – that is holy ground.
I’ve been taking off my shoes and socks a lot more at home lately to remind myself of the holy God who wants to inhabit our home and hearts. I feel closer. It all feels a lot less ordinary. It’s not easier, but it feels like it’s worth leaning in and kneeling down and fighting hard.
And I couldn’t have said it any better than Lisa-Jo to every parent to wrap it all up neatly:
I believe your work is holy ground and I am proud to stand here barefoot beside you.
Let’s walk barefoot together with God and our family and one another on this holy ground – wherever you are. And let’s fight for more than just the ordinary.
Love reading what Lisa-Jo writes. I ask impressed by those that travel to do their mission work. But I know that’s not for me. More and more I’ve been feeling like my family is my ministry. I like you sometimes feel like everyday life can be so mundane. Sometimes its like those days are set on a continuous loop. Just last night after a crazy day with my oldest being so disrespectful I was able to point him to God. Its those moments there in the middle of all the mess that make it all worth it. Thank you for sharing this.
This is so good. Thank you for sharing your heart – it really was a needed reminder for me. So glad to have found your blog!
Erin, this is so good. I have felt the same way moving from the working world to come home. But this work and this space is holy. Yes. Thank you for the beautiful confirmation.
So well said. I also recently read Love Does and am finding the truths it reminded me of making their way into my ordinary but God-ordained life regularly. Thankful for your words to affirm that.