Finding significance in the mundane

me and my girl

I have been a bit  MIA around the blog lately (sorry). It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write, or have had a lack of inspiration, life has just been crazy lately. Not necessarily in a bad way, just a busy way!

Little Miss has gotten a lot needier in the past few weeks, as she learns and grows. The poor girl wants to be able to crawl and walk and run with her brother! She gets so frustrated when she can’t do these things and will just sob pitifully as she tries. It’s sad and adorable at the same time.

Little Man has been doing AMAZING with his baby “Sissa” lately. He loves talking to her and thinks it is hilarious when she “talks” and coos. It has been so fun to see them giggling together. Watching my sweet babies interact and love on each other is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

As baby girl has become more needy I’ve had less time to myself. In fact, last night I went to bed at the same time she did just so that she could fall asleep. It was hard and disappointing  not having any time to myself, and it seemed like such a meaningless way to spend my time, going to sleep 2 hours earlier than normal. I was so frustrated last night, and even a bit this morning since I didn’t get to do any of the things I had planned on doing Sat. night. Then during church I realized something:

Even though those hours seemed wasted. Even though it wasn’t how I intended on spending my time. It was how God intended for me to spend those hours. Time caring for my children is never a waste, even though it can get tedious, overwhelming and even boring sometimes. It is still a gift from God and it is STILL pleasing to Him. Even when it means lying in bed next to a sleeping baby girl so that she can rest. Even when it means skipping around the living room or spinning in circles with a toddler. Even when it means picking up the same toys for the one thousandth time in a day. All of those things can be an offering of praise to God. All of those things are beautiful in His site. All of those ordinary things have meaning, and have purpose.

I’m going to endeavor to view tedious things like these as an opportunity to show God’s love to my kids, instead of just focusing on how bummed I am that my plans were changed or wishing I could be doing something else.

I really thought that I would be “past” getting upset about my plans being changed by the kiddos, but apparently I’m not. Clearly I’m still working on viewing each moment (Even the little changes and annoyances) as part of God’s plan.

I’m changing the way I view things and realizing that the little things are not so little when you think about them being planned by the Almighty God.

Tomorrow I will be tackling a HUGE pile of laundry. It will be borring, it will most likely seem never ending, but I will try to do it with a thankful heart, worshipping God as I wash, thanking Him for the blessing of being able to serve my family. Even when it is tedious. Even when it is everything but glamorous.

I originally shared the following in my previous post on Missions & Motherhood, but I thought it was appropriate to share again here: