To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
In my quest to mother the Lord’s way in a manner worthy of Him, I quickly grew discouraged by my lack of time with Him. It was so hard to have “quiet time”. I bore the burden of guilt, or maybe false guilt, of not spending “enough” quality time with Him.
As I pondered these things, He spoke to me as only He can. So sweet, so gentle, and powerful…
“Your mothering is worship to Me.”
I just so happened to be reading Romans 12:1-2 at that very moment.
I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God. (NKJV)
In that particular time and space, He spoke words of grace. “When I watch you change diapers, fill juice cups, serving these little ones; it pleases Me. It is worship to Me.”
Immediately, I felt His peace and joy. The task at hand was pleasing to Him.
God gave me what I needed. Perspective. Practical. Spiritual. Mothering was my reasonable act of worship.
“You are taking care of My children,” He whispered.
Passed are my early days of mothering. Now, a new season. A new purpose under heaven.
Whatever particular season and purpose under heaven which God has given you, worship Him – by presenting yourself as a living sacrifice — in your daily acts of service. That counts as worship too!