Being a missionary mom doesn’t always look like delivering babies and cleaning deep wounds. It doesn’t always look like taking bags of clothes and food to desparate families in a nearby village.
Being a missionary mom doesn’t always feel like being heroine. It doesn’t always make my heart soar.
Today it looked like a struggling mother.
Today it felt like a mom who just got a failing grade for accomplishing all I had to do.
This morning was one of those mornings. I was tired and the children were not being at all therapeutic to calm my nerves. And at the peak of my frustration I felt God whisper to my heart and remind me, that right now, in these moments, I still have to the opportunity to serve Him and His approval is still mine.
Because sometimes being a missionary looks like teaching my two-year-old how to share sweetly. Sometimes it looks like coaching my older two children how to solve their disagreements respectfully. It looks like soothing cranky spirits and encouraging cheerfulness during chores. Missionary work happens during a struggle in schoolwork for my 2nd grader. It also happens when I stop and listen when they ask for my attention, even though I have so many other things to do.
But what would I accomplish at all if I fail to reach their tender little hearts, and teach them by my example to love, serve, and respect each other?
So to all you mom’s out there— You don’t have to move to Africa, Asia, or South America to be a missionary. Because as a missionary mom, you are a mom first, and your children are your primary mission field.
It may not feel glorious. You may get weary. There may not be much praise.
But you are raising sons and daughters for the King. And that’s just as valuable in the eyes of God as serving in any other continent of the world.