Love...
So let my life be the proof
The proof of Your love
Let my love look like You
And what You're made of
How you lived, how You died
Love is sacrifice
So let my life be the proof
The proof of Your love
Jason and I were listening to the radio on the way home from church Sunday when For King and Country's song "The Proof of Your Love" came on. The line "love is sacrifice" really struck me at that moment and I realized that though I may have known that on some level, I hadn't given it much as much thought as I know it deserved. God has kept that line on my heart all week as I have been home with the kids. I laugh all of the time about the quote I heard somewhere, "Nothing says 'love' like clean socks and underwear!" And since I am organizationally challenged and despise cooking, I'm guessing there are times when my family isn't exactly feeling the love! (Although them putting the socks in the hamper instead of under the bed would really help the situation!) I have read organization books and tried my hand at "minimalism" (you can all laugh when you see my house, but hey, I'm trying to get rid of clutter). What God is telling me is that washing and cutting vegetables, seasoning meat, and even dusting, and folding clothes is definitely love, it is what he is calling me to in this season of life and I need to see it as such, a way to love my family well.
After working for years, it is easy to look at all that Jason does and see how he sacrifices for our family, getting up at 5:15 to go to work, cutting wood, mowing, helping around the house, fixing the car, etc. And I know that he does it all because he loves us and wants to serve us. But somehow what I do around the house has felt less like "love" and more like an unending chore. And yes, they are unending, but I feel the Lord calling me to a shift in thinking, not that the laundry is never done and that for some reason these boys seem to want to eat all day, every day, but that he is calling me to look at what I do as sacrifice. A way to love these amazing guys that He has placed in my home for me to shepherd, love, and sacrifice for, and yes that does mean to cook, clean and wash for them, all with a happy heart, as though working for the Lord, and not man. This won't happen overnight, but I'm so glad that God speaks to us, and reveals our wrong thinking. So, for now, my motto will remain, "nothing says 'love' like clean socks and underwear" but I will also be thinking of how I can serve my 3 boys and the Lord by being the homekeeper they need me to be.
I'm off to fold some socks and undies...
