But First, Laundry
A Kindred Story by Kellie Chaney
I have so many dreams right now. Adventurous aspirations galore.
But first? Laundry. So much laundry. And feeding kids and tricking them into napping. And preparing snacks and meals. And then cleaning the messes resulting from the consumption of those snacks and meals. Which brings us back to laundry. Rinse and repeat. Literally.
I’m just a former Dreamer-Adventurer turned mom, like so many before me.
My adventure of choice pre-kiddos was travel. I loved it. Traveling makes me feel so close to God, like an extreme form of worship. I was really able to completely surrender to to the unknown, trusting God as the only constant. Distractions were minimal; his voice was clearer to me. Back at home, the monotony was loud. The everyday commutes, packed lunches, expectations, and obligations from all the things left no time for dreams. No time for adventures. No time for worship outside of a Sunday visit to church.
I remember singing at church one Sunday and I felt that same worshipful feeling I’d feel when alone on an adventure. It was like worship suddenly clicked for me and I understood what that feeling I was chasing had actually been all along. I was all in, present in his presence, and nothing else mattered in that moment. Just me and God there together, delighting in the music.
Could I recreate this euphoric feeling elsewhere? Did I have to be in an auditorium with 600 other people and a live band? So, I began to experiment. Could making breakfast for my kids for the one hundred billionth time be worshipful? Yes and no. I found that it was a choice. As it turns out, the Free Will struggle is real. I can choose to honor God, thank him and give him glory in these monotonous repetitive places, or I can choose to rush through it on to something more exciting (like the weekly trip to Target, amirite? #dollarspot).
It was hard at first to take delight in those moments that I literally repeat every single day. I began to allow myself to deeply laugh at a hilarious three-year-old-ism. I started taking a mental picture in my head — pausing for a moment and recognizing that God was there too. He was delighting in that moment too. The same God that put the stars in the sky placed the thigh rolls and nose scrunch on my baby daughter, and I can delight in those the same way. Because they are the best thing ever. Stars and thigh rolls. Pure magic.
It was when I began inviting God into those little meaningful moments with me that I realized he had been there the whole time. Even though I wasn’t acknowledging him in those places, he had always been there. And there he will be for all the adventures to come — near and far. I’m thankful for that.