The other day this article got passed around on facebook. I love the title We Need Boring Christians. I think the article struck a chord with lots of people because we all feel our lives are boring, especially with social media around. (Check out my friend’s post on social media and comparison) How exciting is picking up toys for the hundredth time this week or washing dishes every day or folding laundry that only will be peed and pooped on within hours? Or how exciting is the routine office work, phone calls or meetings? How exciting are the long college classes and hours of studying? Let’s face it, most of us live boring lives. But we spend our time dreaming of something more exciting. Well, maybe not everyone, but I certainly do.
I am a free-spirited person and truthfully my life right now doesn’t allow for me to be free spirited. There are many days I would love to go do spontaneous things or stay somewhere as long as I wanted. I would love to have some exciting stories about what God is doing in my life or places I have been or people I have met. But really, I don’t have any. I could tell you about Elmo, or Dora, or breastfeeding or poopy diapers, but that’s not exciting. Believe me, it’s not.
My senior year of college I was dreaming of moving to China, playing soccer and other sports, while loving on the students I met. I was dreaming of great food, new friends, challenges and newer depths in my spiritual walk. As I prayed about this opportunity, I felt very sure that the Lord had told me No. What? There must be another place I need to then, so my mind started racing towards church planting in Seattle. That sounds great, adventurous, and challenging. Again, another No. A month later I was dating Mark, and 6 months later we were engaged and 6 more months we were married. Then I began teaching in the middle of no where with some tough kids. Sure there were exciting moments – like being threatened by students and co-workers but really it wasn’t adventurous.
Fast forward a year, we had our third pregnancy and then our first baby. My life came to a halt. I remember people asking me what I did all day? Well, I breastfed my baby 6 hours a day, changed 6 diapers, I made meals for my husband, did all the dishes, washed cloth diapers and clothes, cleaned the house, discipled 4 girls, helped my husband with his ministry, you get the point…. Nothing to write home about. I felt guilty when I talked to people because my life was boring. Honestly I still feel guilty. I feel like I am not accomplishing things for the Lord. I struggle to find joy in what I am doing. I struggle to believe that what I am doing really matters.
But, here is what I know. God has called me to this. He has called me to be a the keeper of our home and to be a helper to my husband. He has called me to train our kids, to teach them about Himself and to love them. He has made me to nurture them, feed them, and take care of them. As they grow, they won’t need me as much and there will be more freedom, but right now what God wants of me is to clean up the poop, pee, spit up, Cheerios, and all other kinds of things. He wants me to be faithful. He wants me to be a servant to my kids and my husband. These things aren’t glorious to our earthly eyes, but I hope that they are glorious to His heavenly eyes. I hope they bring joy to His heart and glory to his name. May we be faithful people wherever God has placed us, in the adventurous seasons and in the mundane seasons.
“Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your toil is not in vain in the Lord.” 1 Corinthians 15:58






