Finding God in the mundane, messy, beautiful middle of motherhood.
Can folding tiny socks be an act of worship?
I used to think worship only happened on Sunday mornings with my hands raised and my heart full. But lately, God has been showing me something different.
Worship happens in the 3 AM feeding. In the hundredth snack request. In the pile of laundry that never ends.
It happens when we choose gratitude over grumbling, even when the house is chaos and the baby is screaming.
Colossians 3:23 says: "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord."
Whatever. Not just the "spiritual" stuff. Whatever.
Here is what I am learning this season:
You do not need a quiet time to be spiritual, mama. Your whole life can be a quiet time if you let God into the ordinary.
This week, try this: pick one "mundane" task and whisper a prayer while you do it. Dishes? Pray for your kids. Laundry? Pray for your marriage. Driving? Just talk to Him.
The goal is not perfection. The goal is presence. His presence in your everyday.
You are doing holy work, even when it does not feel like it. 💛