{"id":2962,"date":"2017-03-12T23:44:35","date_gmt":"2017-03-13T03:44:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/?p=2962"},"modified":"2017-03-12T23:49:57","modified_gmt":"2017-03-13T03:49:57","slug":"doing-nothing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/doing-nothing\/","title":{"rendered":"Doing “Nothing”"},"content":{"rendered":"

The other day as I was reading Ephesians I got hung up on the words “walk in love ….. a sacrifice to God for a sweet smelling aroma.”<\/p>\n

\"Dec<\/a><\/p>\n

Is this a way that we can give to Jesus the same way Mary did when she poured out her perfume over Jesus’ feet? \u00a0Her gift was lavish, without shame, humble. Is our living sacrifice similar?<\/p>\n

It’s easy to think we aren’t sacrificing anything, really. \u00a0Right now in Sunday School we’re listening to documentaries of missionaries and christians in communist countries. \u00a0Amazing, amazing stories of sacrifice and God’s grace. \u00a0We read stories of people who were burned at the stake or drowned because they chose to follow Jesus and we feel as though what we are doing is nothing.<\/p>\n

And then we wonder why doing “nothing” is so hard.<\/p>\n

To die for Christ is a sacrifice that makes you a hero of the faith.<\/p>\n

To live for Christ is an ongoing, minute by minute sacrifice that makes you a christian.<\/p>\n

\"Dec<\/a><\/p>\n

Doing “nothing” is so hard<\/em> for me.<\/p>\n

About two weeks ago I had one of those feels like a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad kind of days. \u00a0Things had been building up for a few days and by Friday I was just barely holding on.<\/p>\n

Bella has had stranger anxiety for three months, but a few weeks ago she developed a serious case of separation anxiety and I couldn’t even get out of her sight. \u00a0If I did manage to get out of the room unnoticed and she heard my voice, she erupted into loud wails because she realized I’m not within touching distance.<\/p>\n

It was one of those days. \u00a0The kind where babies poop through their clothes and people spill all the things. \u00a0When I finally got Zara dressed around 10:30 I spent a little extra time with her hair and chose a cute little dress because bad days call for investing happiness. \u00a0She wanted to try going potty insisting she could do it by herself. \u00a0Trying to be patient (is it actually patience if you have to try?) \ud83d\ude09 I let her and the back of her skirt promptly dropped into the toilet.<\/p>\n

\"mom<\/a><\/p>\n

I love, love, love the way I get to watch my children grow, learn, and play all day long. \u00a0One of the biggest benefits to homeschooling is that you get to be with your children all the time.<\/p>\n

One of the hardest things about homeschooling is that you are with your children all.the.time. \u00a0Yes, I just said the same thing two ways. \u00a0It feels as though my kids need me all the time. \u00a0At least one of them. \u00a0Sometimes three of them at once. \u00a0That particular day I was done. \u00a0Just completely done. \u00a0I picked up Bella, went upstairs and sat in my unmade bed and screamed at God (in a whisper of course so the kids couldn’t hear me). Help me! Please, you have to help me! I just want to run away. \u00a0I can’t do this stalling my tires in the mud thing anymore.”<\/p>\n

I was barely two sentences in before Liam appeared in the doorway with a Math question. \u00a0How? \u00a0Just how.<\/p>\n

I sent David a text and told him if I wasn’t home that evening I’d run away. \u00a0He wrote back and said, “That’s fine. \u00a0Just let me know where you’re going so I can join you.” \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

\"mom<\/a><\/p>\n

In the end, God didn’t endow my day with supernatural power. \u00a0Instead He quieted my heart with truth. \u00a0I started realizing how much I still fall into the trap of finding my identity in what I do. When my days turn into something akin to quagmire, I feel like I’m not enough. \u00a0Not enough wife. \u00a0Not enough mom. \u00a0Not enough person.<\/p>\n

But it isn’t so much what we accomplish as moms that glorifies God. \u00a0It’s the fact that we are there. \u00a0Face it. \u00a0Most of what we do gets undone 2.5 seconds later. \u00a0I comb Zara’s hair. She rolls around on the floor and you’d never know I touched it. \u00a0You do dishes and someone is hungry. \u00a0You can’t tell if I swept the floor last night or five days ago because it perpetually has food and dirt on it.<\/p>\n

We give up sleep, showers, bodies that work the way they did pre-baby, personal space, and the ability to eat a plate of food without interruption. \u00a0It doesn’t get much more invasive than that.<\/p>\n

\"mom<\/a><\/p>\n

Motherhood is hard, not because it requires so much skill, but because it requires laying down so much of your own personhood. \u00a0The very thing that makes it hard is the same thing that makes it a glorious, living, sweet smelling sacrifice to God. \u00a0It honors Him when we get up again, sweep the floor again, cook the seven millionth egg (seeeeeeeeeeriously, how can kids eat so much food?!), explain that algebra equation again, and scarf down food in 37 seconds so we can hold a crying baby. \u00a0It isn’t about the clean floor but about our attempt to create a haven for people. \u00a0It’s not about the food, but about the act of feeding hungry bellies consistently. \u00a0It’s not about potty training (or continuing to miss the mark), but about encouraging and coming alongside and believing in. \u00a0It’s not about getting school done early for the day (or goodness knows on days like that particular Friday even getting it done before dinner), but about learning. \u00a0And sometimes the learning has as much to do with character and life lessons for moms and kids that stall the academic exercises. \u00a0It’s not about the accomplished task, but the doing it that matters to God.<\/p>\n

Love and cheers to all you mamas who are getting ready to head into another week that, in all likelihood, includes sticky floors, stained laundry hiding in the dryer, late dinners, and kids with love tanks that need perpetual filling. At the end of each day, and maybe a hundred or so times throughout it, I hope God sends you little reminders that you are enough<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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