Spaghetti splattered dishes haphazardly askew in an uncleaned sink.
Last night’s orange cheese grime caked on the metallic baking sheet.
Mold growing where apple juice resided in a pink sippy cup.
Making the 6th PB&J, of just this morning.
Bending low to wipe the yellow spotted toilet seat.
It’s the daily monotony that makes motherhood boring.
When we bend low with serving posture we see how low Christ bends to make Himself known to us.
He bends low to cleanse the mold of our messy souls.
He bends low to wipe away sobs of distress.
He bends low to open ears to cicada’s chants and noses to sweetgrass’ perfume.
Monotonous rituals of motherhood
shape us,
make us,
creates in us
the serving posture of Christ.
I can only image the number of things that Jesus does over and over and over every day for me. The repeated small hints, pats on the back, directives, and hugs that He sends my way to help me stay on the path; the tasks He completes for me that I don’t even know He does. I think you are right Jessica, we can see His Fatherhood in our Motherhood. Well said love.