The other day Elsie said something so funny, yet so profound. Matthew was working on something and instead of asking him, “What on earth are you doing?” she asked, “What are you doing on the earth!” It is a valid question, you know. One that we all should answer. What am I doing? Besides the obvious course of survival mode we all habitually travel to remain alive? There have been definite days in my life where I barely survive. Days with little feeling of hope, excitement, or feelings of fulfillment. What am I doing on this earth? Is my purpose far-reaching, even eternal? Was I merely put on this earth to wipe babies’ bottoms and cook one-thousand-and-ninety-five meals a year? Or is there a deeper purpose for my existence?
Yesterday was one of those days when it was pretty hard not to feel the breath of heaven wash over my soul. I know that sixty-two degrees in January, in Pennsylvania, is not normal or to be expected. I also know it is fleeting. My entire being craved the sunshine and warm air so intensely that I feel like it was a gift from my Father sent to bless me personally. I also know it blessed many other people as well! I had the privilege of sharing the afternoon with some friends from church, and we took a nature walk through a near-by park. The outdoors called our names and we just hollered right back, “Coming!” And we went.
This is one reason I’m on this earth: to love these amazing kids who love life and the God who made them.
Oh to see more clearly that when I love them… what I am doing on this earth is making a difference in eternity.
I am so thankful for every moment on this earth. There are glimpses of glory and heaven when the sunshine kisses my skin. Then there are glimpses of how temporary our time on this earth is. On our way home from the park we were almost hit head-on by someone speeding around the corner of a tight turn. A flash of how fleeting and wonderful each moment we are given flew through my mind in an instant.
This morning when I got up, the kids had been awake for a little while and told me they had a surprise that I would really like. Yesterday they had made me breakfast, so I was pretty curious what they had up their pajama sleeves this morning. I shuffled downstairs to my chipper children who had finished two subjects of school already. Neatly and correctly. This has never happened before! It touches my heart when they think of these kinds of things on their own. It gives me hope to counter attack the doubt that sneaks into my thoughts sometimes. My kids are messy, loud, and don’t always make the right choices. Guess what? Neither do I. But they are also growing, learning, and come up with the most brilliant ideas! I learn from them every day, and even though I love them so much, I need to tell them so better. Hug them often. Say, “You’re so smart!” more. I can’t take it for granted that they’re alive! I believe God created them to do unique and awesome things while they’re here. Somehow He entrusted me with this crazy huge job called Mothering.
So, what are you doing on earth?