Sacred calling

I was sitting on my front porch this morning at 11:30am, blowing bubbles with Abby. The sun was shining, a gentle breeze keeping the heat at bay, and bubbles were floating toward the sky. It was beautiful and restful and fun.

I was also still in my pajamas on a Sunday morning. And it just so happens that we live quite close to our church, and there is a distinct possibility that people I know might have driven by and seen me in my pajamas at 11:30 on a Sunday morning blowing bubbles with my wild haired daughter. (as in, yesterday's pony tail, falling out, with snotty nose. Need I say more?) 

A couple thoughts crossed my mind: "Will they know that I went to church last night and am not playing hooky today?" And, "What will they think of me?"

And then a deep peace washed over my soul with these words, "A sacred calling." Motherhood is truly a sacred calling, and blowing bubbles with a two year old can be a truly holy moment. A ministry well worthy of missing church on a Sunday morning. I need the gathering of the family of God to keep me going. And I also need to recognize that moments when I'm serving and loving my kids are moments that infuse God's life into all of us.