Month: November 2014

A Peek at our Grandchildren’s Thanksgiving

Each year on Labor Day, one of my kids will ask, “Mom, what is Labor Day about?”  And I will make up something half-way intelligent, but honestly have very little idea for the reason myself.  At this point, my husband will google the heck out of it and we’ll all learn something new.

I predict that my own daughters could have a very similar conversation with my future grandchildren about Thanksgiving.  “Mom, what is Thanksgiving about?”  And she will struggle to make up something about turkeys and Indians.  Her husband will use his google brain chip to look it up and then teleport it to the kids’ google brain chips and all they will all learn something new.

See, this is exactly what a certain group of Americans want.  They want Thanksgiving to go away.  I mean, who wants to be reminded of how pasty-faced Europeans descended upon the tranquil, peace-loving Indians, practically dousing them with Typhoid and Bibles?  Isn’t Thanksgiving just a monument to greed, colonization and white supremacy?  Who wants to spend all day in the kitchen to remember that awful affair?

There’s another problem with Thanksgiving.  Pardon my language, but it’s so family-centered.  Sorry, I know that word is super offensive.  Babies are loved on and cherished.  Married, opposite-sex grandparents invite children into their home, where the patriarch (gasp! so many bad words!) may stand and pray to the God of the Bible (!!)  The women will cook food for the group (what?!) and the men may watch the barbaric game of football… in which someone might be injured!  You see, Thanksgiving brings together all that is wrong with America!

So how will the anti-American, anti-family progressives strip our grandchildren of the formerly-beloved Thanksgiving holiday?  Will our President outlaw it?  Will they take away it’s holiday status?  No.  They will do two things.  First, they will teach them about the evils of our nation’s founding.  Second, they will turn Thanksgiving into a shopping holiday, just like Labor Day and Memorial Day and all the rest.  Think “Thanksgiving Day Mattress Sale!”

A Peek at My Grandchildren's ThanksgivingI hope that my grandchildren will be part of the old-school few who will still eat too much, do Pilgrim crafts and thank the Lord that He led those pasty-faced Europeans to the most beautiful land on the planet.  That He rose up mighty men of God to establish a nation based on inalienable rights from our Creator.  That long ago there were brave men and women who sacrificed, worked hard with their hands and built something new and something better.

What about your grandchildren?  How will they celebrate the fourth Thursday of November?




The Beautiful Grossness of Motherhood

I am an introvert.  I have five children.  This is proof of God’s sense of humor.  After spending 5 hours homeschooling each day, my ears and mouth need a break.  So many words.  From me.  From them.  So then I say these words: Go outside. And close the door.  

We are blessed with a big yard and five homeschooling besties next door, so this works.  But there is one problem.  Dirty The Beautiful Grossness of Motherhoodfeet.  (Should flip flops even count as shoes? But I digress.) So several times a day I find myself in the bathroom, scrubbing the backyard off my littles’ feet.  I’m not a big fan of this activity.  It’s gross.  Super gross.  For all the diapers I’ve changed and boogers I’ve picked, the foot-washing ranks at the top of my eeewww list.

But it’s not just gross.  It’s almost pointless.  Because those shiny little feet don’t stay shiny for long.  They will soon be covered with backyard again.  And we will be back at the sink, digging dirt from between tiny toes.  And sometimes while I scrub, I look at myself in the mirror and look at my un-make-uped face, my hair that needs colored and maybe even brushed, and I feel small.  I feel like “just a stay at home mom.”  How no one will ever know or thank me for all the little things I do for my family.  I think about a woman somewhere with her freshly colored hair, in her pencil skirt and stilettos, sitting in some important meeting with important people, thinking her own thoughts and peeing whenever she wants to.  I imagine the appreciation she receives, the attention her work brings.  And I feel small.  

Then I read a story.  Maybe you can guess which one.  A story from John 13 about a very important person, in fact the most important person who ever lived, who spent time washing dirty feet.

Jesus…rose from supper and laid aside His garments, took a towel and girded Himself. After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet…

It isn’t everyday a stay-at-home mom can say she’s done exactly what Jesus did.  I’ve never fed five thousand or raised the dead, but, I have washed feet!  And so did He!  What a beautiful moment of being able to personally relate to my Savior!  This seemingly menial task takes on tremendous importance in this new light of revelation.

But surely Jesus didn’t just wash their feet because He was tired of the stink or wanted to protect the floors.  No.

So when He had washed their feet… He said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet.  For I have given you an example, that you should do as I have done to you.

The sight of God Almighty on bent knee over a basin of dirty water sends a very clear message.  That He values service.  That humility is paramount.  That menial tasks have worth in the Kingdom.  In that moment, He saw me at the sink, and He said, “Carrie, I value what you do for your kids.  It’s important.  It’s the work of the ministry.  Keep at it.” :: The Beautiful Grossness of MotherhoodSo, what “small” tasks occupy your days?  Do you care for an aging relative?  Remember to call a lonely friend?  Do you work a little extra so you can support a missionary?  Do you write encouraging notes to your pastor?  Mow your neighbor’s yard?  Spend hours in prayer that no one ever sees?  Do you work with excellence for a boss who doesn’t seem to notice?  Do you serve a spouse who never says thank you?  My friend, you are washing feet.  He sees, He knows and He is pleased.