There's a special kind of chaos we reserve just for Sundays in the Wallace house. We don't do it on purpose. It just happens.
This morning my husband had to leave early to help set up the sanctuary. Before he left he peeked into our bedroom to say goodbye. I had just gotten the boys out of the tub. I was standing in the middle of our bedroom with four little naked boys, ages 1-5, running around me in circles screaming. Their church clothes were in a pile in the corner. I was shoving a granola bar and coffee into my mouth at the same time to gear up for round two.
"I'm taking off," he said hesitantly, obviously wondering if he should really leave.
"We'll get there when we get there," I said. "If we get there," I thought.
Sundays are tough for moms. No matter how hard I try on Saturday night, I'm never quite "prepared" for Sunday. Sometimes I'm able to do some food prep. Once in a while I can iron clothes. But then Sunday morning comes and stuff just happens.
My own expectations make it even harder. "This isn't how it's supposed to be," I hear myself saying. "Sunday is a day to focus on God and reset our minds and hearts for the week." When it winds up being the most chaotic day of all, we feel like failures. We feel judged by others.
One day a dear friend who is a grandma said something to me that brought instant relief. "The Lord's Day is a day of rest and gladness - unless you're a mom. Then it's a day of 'rush and madness.'" Just hearing someone acknowledge the tough reality of it made me feel so much better. She wasn't judging me. She was sympathizing.
One time another friend asked me what I did when I got home from church. "I did the laundry," I said. She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh come on, Sara. You're supposed to take a break!" I guess I forgot to tell the kids to take a break from making dirty laundry.
Jesus said, "What man is there among you who has a sheep, and if it falls into a pit on the Sabbath, will he not take hold of it and lift it out (Matthew 12:11)?" So I say, which one of you moms, if your washing machine is filled with peed bedding and it is stinking up the house, will not start the laundry? Yes, unfortunately, even on a Sunday.
We need the Lord's Day. Young motherhood is a particularly vulnerable stage. We long for fellowship with God and with God's people to help us stay sane. I sympathize with David who said, "I was glad when they said to me, 'Let us go to the house of the LORD (Psalm 122:1).'" But how many Sundays do moms miss church due to sick kids, morning sickness, newborns, etc? I remember my first Sunday home with baby number four. My husband took the other kids to church so I could rest. I tuned into the live stream of the sermon and I held my baby and sobbed, staring at the backs of everyone's heads and wishing I could be there. I was spiritually, physically, and emotionally drained. And I couldn't go to church.
But God had not forgotten me. He wasn't present only in that sanctuary and not at home with me. I was tending to the little baby He gave me and He was tending to my heart. He was providing special graces for me, whether I knew it at the time or not. With the little bit of retrospect I've gained so far I can honestly say that He has fed me with His word and comforted me with His Holy Spirit during times when life was so crazy I thought I couldn't possibly be growing spiritually. But I was.
That's not to say that sermon streaming and Sundays spent in the cry room are a substitute for church. But in seasons of life when we can't participate in church the way we would like to, God does not neglect our spiritual needs.
"Like a shepherd He will tend His flock. In His arm He will gather the lambs and carry them in His bosom; He will gently lead the nursing ewes (Isaiah 40:11)." I've been a "nursing ewe" for five years straight. I am so thankful that my God is compassionate. There are Sundays I can't remember one word of the sermon because of the squirming toddler on my lap. There are other sermons that will stick with me forever because of that squirming toddler on my lap. I have to be so much more intentional about listening and storing it in my heart for later because those moments of clarity are few and far between.
Are you frustrated with the state of your Sundays, moms? God has not forgotten you. Nor is He frowning at you, telling you to get your act together.
I'm not going to tell you to do anything new. I'm not here to tell you to set your alarm earlier or to lay out their clothes the night before. I just want to remind you (as I remind myself) that you are loved. The same faithfulness that causes the sun to rise and set each day also gently closes one season of your life and opens a new one. Look beyond the chaos and see a special kind of grace, tailor made for you during this phase of life.
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