I am a wife, a mother, and a homemaker. We have been taught that
these are among the most noble callings. But let's be honest, sometimes
it's a bit of a struggle to find nobility in changing diapers, cleaning
bathrooms, and sweating over home-cooked meals, (both figuratively and
literally.) I felt this keenly when my baby was just a few months old.
By then the novelty had worn off, and we were in the thick of it. I was
living off very little broken up sleep and this made my emotions run
even higher than they normally would considering all of the hormones of
having a baby. I began searching for meaning in the monotony of a
lifestyle that I had anticipated for so long. I had longed for a husband
and children, and I remember well the excitement I had felt at having
such clear responsibilities that would be centered around service to the
ones I loved. But when it came right down to it, this was not what I
had expected. I prayed for hope and motivation, for inspiration to
remember why the work I was doing was so important. This is the answer I
received.
I feed. I plan menus, I go shopping, I make
meals, and then I try to make small amounts of food go a long way. "But
Jesus said unto them, They need not depart; give ye them to eat. And
they say unto him, We have here but five loaves, and two fishes. He
said, Bring them hither to me. And he commanded the multitude to sit
down on the grass, and took the five loaves, and the two fishes, and
looking up to heaven, he blessed, and brake, and gave the loaves to his
disciples, and the disciples to the multitude. And they did all eat, and
were filled: and they took up of the fragments that remained twelve
baskets full." (Matt. 14:16-20)
I wash. I scrub floors,
I clean sinks, I do laundry, and I bathe my baby. "He riseth from
supper, and laid aside his garments; and took a towel, and girded
himself. After that he poureth water into a bason, and began to wash the
disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel wherewith he was
girded." (John 13:4-5)
I heal. I kiss owies better, I
take temperatures and give medicine, I take my baby to the doctor and
make sure she gets her immunizations. "And he could there do no mighty
work, save that he laid his hands upon a few sick folk, and healed
them." (Mark 6:5)
I teach. I talk to a little person
that has only limited ability to talk back; I identify colors, letters,
numbers and shapes; I talk about Heavenly Father and Jesus and ask my
baby to fold her arms when we pray. "And he taught daily." (Luke 19:47)
I
set an example. I pray, I study my scriptures, I go to church and to
the temple, and I make time to spend with my family. "For I have given
you an example, that ye should do as I have done to you." (John 13:15)
My
answer? Women do what Christ did in a very literal sense. We may not
have the priesthood, but we are called to do the work of the Lord. We
care for the home which is the only place that "can compare with the
temple in sacredness." (Bible Dictionary: Temple) We care for our
husbands and support them in their priesthood duties. We raise children,
precious sons and daughters of God, and we seek to do so just as He
would. What a beautiful calling!
Reading through the
New Testament I was amazed to find so many similarities between the work
of mothers and homemakers and the work of Christ. I'm so grateful for
this renewed understanding of my meaning and purpose. I know that I play
an important role in Heavenly Fathers plan, and this helps me to find
nobility in the prosaic.
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