I'm comfortable with my nose to the grindstone. I feel like as long as I'm accomplishing something, I have value.
Funny thing is, I often get so caught up in the nitty-gritty of the daily tasks I'm hellbent on crossing off my checklist...that I lose sight of why I'm doing them.
All my life I've dreamed of being a stay-at-home mom. I just knew that's the best fit for me...that's been the "goal" you could say I've been working toward all my life. And now I'm there.
BUT I FORGET.
I'm so focused on the endless diapers, the continual nursing sessions, the bouncy chair-swing-Ergo-activity gym loop that I forget the glory in the mundane, the beauty in taking care of this helpless, needy little sweetheart. I swore I'd never do that. I promised myself, as a single woman with no "prospects" on the horizon, that when I eventually reached that mythical land of stay-at-home-mommyness, I wouldn't forget what a blessing it is--how much I love it.
Daily I have to remind myself: Focus on the big picture. Jesus redeems even days spent dealing with nothing bigger than stinky diapers and rattles, because I am taking care of this little one who bears His image.