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Our rhythm as homeschoolers, homemakers, and moms can feel like we are pulled in a million different ways. All day moving from one thing to another, and never feeling like we’ve accomplished anything. And in our tireless pursuit of ourselves, we crash on our beds confused and doubtful that we are doing the right thing.
God establishing rhythm.
All throughout scripture you can see God establishing a rhythm for His creation and His people. From the beginning, the earth has morning and evening. Seasons were established and life moved in step.
When the Israelites were freed from Egypt and moving through the desert for 40 years, God gave them a rhythm to their day. Manna in the morning and quail at night. Nothing was to be kept for tomorrow, but enough was given for today.
After the law was established sacrifices had to be made daily for sin and keeping a relationship with God. He gave them a rhythm that would keep them focused on God and less focused on themselves and other gods. He gave them feasts and sabbaths, food and wine. His rhythm for their days, months, and years was not to take away from who they were. Uniquely made and gifted. It was designed so they wouldn’t forget what God did, what He promised to do, and everything we are is because of Him.
Our own desire to find rhythm elsewhere.
If you have spent any time in the bible you know what happened when the Israelites moved out of Gods rhythm. The bible says frequently that “They did what was evil in the site of the LORD.”
When the Israelites left the rhythm of God they started to look elsewhere to “find themselves.” They found themselves in war, famine, death, separated and worshiping the moon and starts. They were grabbing for anything to keep them occupied from the reality of whose then belonged too. They forgot!
The last thing I want to do is heap a bunch of burning coals on your head, but I do want you to see how you and I can easily fit those stories.
My Fireman and I were young when we got hitched, and young when we had our first son. I loved being a wife and mom, but there was something always nagging at me. Soft whispers suggesting I could be anything I wanted to be. Wife, mom, CEO, and there was nothing that could stop me. Voices suggesting that my best self existed outside of my duties at home. Complete with a beautiful athletic body.
I grew tired of the rhythm set before me. An endless cycle of feedings, diapers, dinners, and clean ups. I resented that my son was perfectly timed in his feedings and naps. That everything I did had to occur within a two-hour window. I was more creative then this!
Stepping out of the rhythm of motherhood.
Along came baby number two and I was completely convinced at this point that there was more to my life than this.
Thankfully my husband had the good sense to always expect me to be home raising our kids. Working outside the home was never an option and I am so grateful for his firm stance. Even though I didn’t leave home to find myself I sought myself in a million different ways.
I set up schedules for myself that left me tired. Eating plans that never truly satisfied, and jobs that cost more than I ever made. I listened to good Christian women telling me that God had a plan for me, not that I was already in God’s plan.
Being a wife and mother is Gods plan for me and it was time to step into that rhythm.
Better late than never. Stepping into Gods rhythm.
There is an ancient proverb that I was reminded of recently that seems very appropriate right now. “The best time to plant an oak tree is 20 years ago the second best time to plant is today.”
Fast forward 15 years of marriage, two kids I’ve homeschooled from the beginning, and I have finally submitted to Gods rhythm for my life. I have wholeheartedly put up my hands and said “not my will Lord, but yours.”
In doing so I have stopped trying to find myself and trust that myself is complete in Christ. The rhythm of my day is to take care of my kids, my husband, and our house.
The rhythm for my life will look different then yours, but the obedience is the same.
Gods plan is set and we have to step into it. The good news is that His plan is perfect, His plan will give you peace, joy, endurance, and hope. You will see the rhythm as a gift and less of a hindrance.
There is NO need to go find yourself. You can cast your idols of self care into the pit because all of you is in Christ. Wake up and meet with Him then bless your family. Make breakfast, teach the lessons, clean again, and go to bed satisfied and thankful for Gods goodness.
My soup box
Christian woman we have to stop looking to the world to tell us who we are. We belong to Christ and He is as jealous today for our attention and obedience as God was/is 2000+ years ago.
The world will say we can be such and such and God says we are the apple of His eye.
Some will tell you God has a plan for your life, God says I am the plan follow me.
A lot of authors will attempt to give you new revelation of who God is, and He says He revels Himself through His word.
I want to encourage you to be in the word of God. Read the bible yourself, and allow the Holy Spirit to guide you. There are a lot of bible reading plans, but the one I have chosen this year is with Christ Church. You can go to their page and print out the plan, join the Facebook group, and get started reading the bible for yourself.
The analogy that Christ Church used to describe reading the bible is being seated at the banquet table. Christ beckons you to come and eat. This is not a banquet where you’ll be on the floor picking up the crumbs of others, or wishing for a chair. You are the guest of honor at this table, each and every time you come. I’ll leave a link here.
If you got to the end of this post, thank you! Please join me on Instagram for more conversation. And you can read a previous post I wrote concerning self-care here.
Have a blessed morning, afternoon or evening. 🙂