I have recently gotten into a debate on another blog. I won't go into details of the debate, but I will say it has caused me to think about my actions more and how people view Christ in me. I started thinking about all the different "hats" I wear. You know the ordinary ones; mom, cook, chauffeur, wife, daughter, maid, etc., etc. In the serenity of the shower this morning, I started thinking, "Is Jesus written on each of my hats? Do I exude love, faithfulness and Christ when wearing each of these hats? As I went throughout my day today, I thought about what each hat said as I wore it.
The first hat I wore this morning was a waste management hat. When I opened the door to the twins' room, I found Lucas, completely naked in his crib. He had taken off his pj's and diaper. Unfortunately, his diaper contained his morning poop. He had smeared, thrown and smushed it all over himself and his bed and everything he touched was a poopy brown mess. As I scrubbed him in the bathtub, then disinfected and cleaned his bed, I thought about my role. Glamorous? No. Necessary? Yes! Such was also the life of Jesus.
Next up, breakfast. After disinfecting the bathtub, I put the girls in the tub and took Lucas to the table to get breakfast. While bathing the girls, Lucas proceeds to reject his food. Not just in a casual way, but in the only fashion that a 23 month old knows how to do, by throwing it as far from his reach as possible. After offering several detestable options, we settled on a chocolate chip muffin.
I resume my duties washing the girls in the bathtub only to return to the kitchen to find that I must now wear another hat.
Lucas has apparently now rejected the muffin, but not before he decided to crumble it and disperse it all over the table top and floor. Needless to say, I was not happy with my little man. So far this morning, he's caused more mess than he's worth. I set into cleaning up his second mess of the day. I wasn't too "Merry."
(I couldn't find an appropriate image when I searched "Maid's hat" so this will have to do.)
Next, I load all 3 kids into the car and head out the door. I play chauffeur for the duration of our ride to the City Lake Park. The big difference between my "clients" and those that pay, other than the monetary gain, is the noise level. Today was no exception. My kids are either full tilt or quiet as church mice. The latter only happens when we are watching a movie.
We arrive at the park just in time for lunch. It was a volunteer picnic for volunteers for the hospital. Since I'm on the Breastfeeding Support team as a volunteer I was invited, along with all 3 kids. It was a little chaotic, but fun to see the other moms on the team and especially their kids.
While at the park, Ashlee bumps her chin. Therefore, a new hat is adorned. This is one of my least favorites because usually I feel helpless. I wonder if Christ looks at my "boo-boos" and feels the same way?
Now it's time for snack. We're getting loaded back up into the car and Elizabeth let's out an ear piercing scream. I sprint around the van, sure she's smashed a body part in the door, only to see her entire bag of doritos spread all over the ground. She's not hurt, physically, but she's crushed. Her snack is gone. Time for a new hat, but this one I usually can't wear appropriately: MAGICIAN!
We complete our afternoon of "fun" when we arrive back safely at home. I torture our kids (I'm not googling "torture hat") and make them take a nap. Meanwhile, I try to take a break. I'm exhausted.
A couple hours later, my wonderful husband shows up and now it's hat time again. I want to be a pleasant wife for him and be happy and joyful to see him. I try my best to let him know how much I appreciate it each and everyday because he gives me the option to stay at home with our kids.
This is my favorite time of day because I'm with the people I love most.
As I reflect on the day, I wonder if Jesus was written on each hat I wore today. Can others see Him in me? Can they see Him as I change from person to person, fulfilling each task I've been assigned?
I know that our Savior wore the most painful hat of all. I know that he bore the burden for me and for that I'm truly grateful. Of all the hats I wear, I'm glad this one will never rest on my brow.
The first hat I wore this morning was a waste management hat. When I opened the door to the twins' room, I found Lucas, completely naked in his crib. He had taken off his pj's and diaper. Unfortunately, his diaper contained his morning poop. He had smeared, thrown and smushed it all over himself and his bed and everything he touched was a poopy brown mess. As I scrubbed him in the bathtub, then disinfected and cleaned his bed, I thought about my role. Glamorous? No. Necessary? Yes! Such was also the life of Jesus.
Next up, breakfast. After disinfecting the bathtub, I put the girls in the tub and took Lucas to the table to get breakfast. While bathing the girls, Lucas proceeds to reject his food. Not just in a casual way, but in the only fashion that a 23 month old knows how to do, by throwing it as far from his reach as possible. After offering several detestable options, we settled on a chocolate chip muffin.I resume my duties washing the girls in the bathtub only to return to the kitchen to find that I must now wear another hat.
Lucas has apparently now rejected the muffin, but not before he decided to crumble it and disperse it all over the table top and floor. Needless to say, I was not happy with my little man. So far this morning, he's caused more mess than he's worth. I set into cleaning up his second mess of the day. I wasn't too "Merry."
(I couldn't find an appropriate image when I searched "Maid's hat" so this will have to do.)
Next, I load all 3 kids into the car and head out the door. I play chauffeur for the duration of our ride to the City Lake Park. The big difference between my "clients" and those that pay, other than the monetary gain, is the noise level. Today was no exception. My kids are either full tilt or quiet as church mice. The latter only happens when we are watching a movie.We arrive at the park just in time for lunch. It was a volunteer picnic for volunteers for the hospital. Since I'm on the Breastfeeding Support team as a volunteer I was invited, along with all 3 kids. It was a little chaotic, but fun to see the other moms on the team and especially their kids.While at the park, Ashlee bumps her chin. Therefore, a new hat is adorned. This is one of my least favorites because usually I feel helpless. I wonder if Christ looks at my "boo-boos" and feels the same way?Now it's time for snack. We're getting loaded back up into the car and Elizabeth let's out an ear piercing scream. I sprint around the van, sure she's smashed a body part in the door, only to see her entire bag of doritos spread all over the ground. She's not hurt, physically, but she's crushed. Her snack is gone. Time for a new hat, but this one I usually can't wear appropriately: MAGICIAN!We complete our afternoon of "fun" when we arrive back safely at home. I torture our kids (I'm not googling "torture hat") and make them take a nap. Meanwhile, I try to take a break. I'm exhausted.
A couple hours later, my wonderful husband shows up and now it's hat time again. I want to be a pleasant wife for him and be happy and joyful to see him. I try my best to let him know how much I appreciate it each and everyday because he gives me the option to stay at home with our kids.This is my favorite time of day because I'm with the people I love most.
As I reflect on the day, I wonder if Jesus was written on each hat I wore today. Can others see Him in me? Can they see Him as I change from person to person, fulfilling each task I've been assigned?
I know that our Savior wore the most painful hat of all. I know that he bore the burden for me and for that I'm truly grateful. Of all the hats I wear, I'm glad this one will never rest on my brow.