I confess that sometimes I struggle with thoughts like, how
come I always take care of the kids alone more? How come I’m the one getting up
in the middle of the night?
And they escalate: he’s never had to deal with this. He has
no idea how hard it is.
Now, there are logical answers to these questions: I wanted
to work less. I’m the one nursing. I have no regrets about working less and no
grief about where my career is. We agreed together for him to pursue a
doctorate; that and his job entail occasional travel and I support that. He’s
there one hundred percent as a caregiver when he’s home. It doesn’t do any good
for me to get grouchy before he leaves for trips, to get inwardly resentful
while he’s gone.
I’ve been realizing that at heart, I have not been submitted
to Dave, to unreservedly supporting his outward pursuits, and providing the
unconditionally peaceful home that allows him to lead without fear. Well, okay,
mostly and definitely outwardly, things are fine, but inwardly I haven’t always
had that heart attitude. Ultimately, I have not been in submission to God. It
isn’t an accident that I find myself in this situation. God surely has
something for these kids, and surely something for me, and until I embrace that
fully, without comparison or resentment, I am not being submitted to God. He
hasn’t called me to tell Dave how to do his job, or look at how my former
classmates or current colleagues are doing their jobs; he’s called me to do my
job, and do it well, with the strength he provides.
Frankly, it’s tough. I mean, yeah, I worked pretty hard in
the past, but it was always for myself, and any suffering was temporary. But
now—trying to meet everyone’s needs while fatigued, dealing with the endless demands
and bickering and occasionally discipline, cooking, cleaning, doing lessons, coordinating
rides and naps—doing it alone for most of the day—it’s probably the toughest
thing I’ve ever done. There’s no way to
pretend, no reliable break, and my true self comes out in a jiffy. It’s a
spiritually raw situation: I either submit to God and live it out by his
strength and wisdom, or I tank as my fatigue-induced irritability naturally
overwhelms the situation.
Sometimes I think: how much of my life has really been lived
out as Christ lived? Have I just said I would follow, thought about and studied
it, or have I really put myself aside, given up what’s comfortable, been
willing to suffer, been driven to witness? Well, if anything, this is probably
the period of my life that looks most like how Christ lived. I am a witness to
these kids. I am putting myself aside and trying to live out the gospel in
service with joy and intentionality. God, I submit myself to you. Give me the
strength I need.
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