I struggled for a long with jealousy of other moms in my church.
They had moms and mothers-in-law close by that could help with the kids. Free babysitting. They could go out with their husbands for hours at a time – all day if they wanted.
I don’t even have a paid babysitter.
Zlatko and I got to go out last week when we were at my in-laws; but it was the first time we’ve been out alone together in so long that we barely remember the time before that!
The pity parties I threw were elaborate….and lonely. Sure, people empathized with me, but no one enjoys attending another person’s pity party.
I longed for just one afternoon alone. Totally alone. No humans in close proximity. And the more I let the weed of envy grow, the more it choked the life and joy out of me.
And I think that this is not uncommon because we read this:
“That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children…” Titus 2:4
My New King James version doesn’t include the word “sober”. So I looked it up in the Greek, and do you know what it means?
“To restore one to his senses, to moderate, control, curb disciple, to hold one to his duty, to admonish, to exhort earnestly.”
This is followed by instruction for one’s duty and the character she should possess as a young wife and mother.
Interestingly enough, you don’t find Titus instructing the older women to watch a younger woman’s children so she can have an afternoon off to go to a health spa.
You don’t see him exhorting them to go help them clean a young, frazzled mom’s home that has been ransacked by a couple of toddlers and we all know that cleaning with toddlers is like trying to nail jello to a wall!
Over the past several months I have wanted very badly to blog about this – blog about my struggle between my gratefulness for being able to stay at home and my introverted personality that cries out for solitude. Yet, I knew that it wasn’t time yet. I still had areas of envy that needed to be rooted out.
I think the 2-month span of illness and injury, that forced me to remain at home for much of that time, helped me see how very blessed I am. And that my pity-party was a major blind spot of immaturity in my life.
And as I pondered on what to blog about this summer I couldn’t get away from “Keepers At Home”. That phrase hammered at me until I knew it was time to blog about some of the lessons I have learned as a stay-at-home-all-of-the-time mom.
I will admit that as I look at Titus 2:4 & 5, I know that I still have much growing to do. I am convicted as I ponder the topics that lie ahead over the next 9 weeks, but I pray that as wives and moms that seek to give our families the best of us, our time, our energy, and our love – that we will grow together in being what God has created us to be: