When we are home in America or N. Ireland, I am often asked, “What does a typical day look like for you out in the village?” I have explained in the past that, really, there is no typical day for a missionary living out in the jungle. I have then gone on to tell stories from our archive of “crazy days,” mainly involving emergencies that have required us to drop all and deal with the situation on hand.
As I made crepes last week (really just a fancy word for the wee thin pancakes that my Granny would make and roll up with sugar), I realized, that life has really changed for me in the past years. It seems that since we have come back to the village, I do have lots of typical days. Typical days of sweeping and re-sweeping the floor, feeding my family, cooking for the men who come to help Danny with checking the lessons, reading books to our two little loves, drinking coffee with callers on the deck, charging phones for people, bathing the kids, writing emails, more baking, and then starting all over again as soon as the roosters, start their rounds of our house every morning. (True story.) The two littlest people in the house, consume mass amounts of my time (and cheese) like there is no tomorrow, and I love them with all my heart. I wouldn’t want it any other way, I know I am blessed beyond words to be their Mama, and I want to “Mama” them well.
But, as I stood flipping those crepes for a group of guys who were fixing our deck, I wondered, is this what missionary life is for me now? Satan can be so subtle with his lies, taking the wonderful gifts God has given to us and making us feel like; is this all it is? Am I missing something more? Something better? I am so thankful for God’s timing and mercy. The Wednesday before, in our ladies Bible Study, we had looked at these verses together.
Matthew 22:37-39. “Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord they God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind…thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.”
I Corinthians 10: 31. “So then, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you may do, do all for the honour and glory of God.”
I had shared with the ladies that it is not as important which roles we fulfill but who we are living those roles for. I am not committed to being a missionary; I am committed to Christ. I am not committed to being “just a mum,” I am committed to Christ; to love Him with all my heart and soul, and to love others as myself. What that looks like in my day, I will leave to Him, and hopefully in the process I will learn to be content in all things. Everything shifts in the balancing of family and ministry, when I live gratefully, with Jesus at the center. Suddenly, my day is back to not being so typical because walking through this life with Jesus is anything but ordinary.
What if I could really believe that by serving those crepes to the men on my deck, with a humble heart to have any part in living out His love, I could be serving Jesus. Extraordinary.
Or, while seeing to the needs of the caller on the deck, I could see it as giving uninterrupted time to Danny so he can prepare lessons which will invest in the lives of men for eternity. Amazing.
While taking Izzy out to stare up at the cherry tree and letting her describe what she sees in those beautiful flowers, I could hope to plant seeds of wonder that will one day lead her closer to knowing and loving her wonderful Creator. Indescribable.