When You Need to Rock the Muumuu

I don’t live a glamorous life.

While my Facebook statuses (is the plural stati?) and Instagram photos show my children loving each other and me spending copious amounts of time loving my husband and reading God’s Word, that’s not always how it rolls.

On any given day, I drag my bleary-eyed, bed-headed self to my daughter’s room to wake her and supervise her fashion selection for the day. Often this time of the day is sprinkled with pouts, foot stomps and tears. We rush downstairs to eat breakfast – your choice of seven boxes of cereal in various degrees of sugary sweetness, except on standardized testing days when I fire up the stovetop.

I drive, first my daughter, and then my son to the bus stop without brushing my teeth, my hair or adorning certain important undergarments meant for holding up the masses. (Just keeping it real.) Then I pray I don’t need to leave the car for any reason.

I am a mom.

You’ll often find me writing the things bursting from within me to keep the actual verbal word count down to a few hundred thousand a day. That means I don’t talk as much. My husband thanks me for this.

I’ve published a few things, but you won’t find me on the New York Times Best Sellers list. I speak at MOPS and churches here and there, but my name isn’t listed beside greats like Beth Moore or Priscilla Shirer on the Women of Faith ticket.

And just between you and me, I sometimes wonder why? I have a fabulous southern drawl and a complete sequined wardrobe. Does Lifeway Women realize what they are missing out on?

But sitting at the kitchen table one morning, bowing my unkempt head over my Bible, I read, “Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ…But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body.” (1 Cor. 12:12, 18-19 NIV, emphasis mine)

So, I was meant to rock the muumuu.

God placed me here. As it is, I’m doing what He has called me to do – crazy hair and all. Right now, I’m supposed to be a wife and mother. I’m sharing the truths He’s given me with the written word. I’m filling sippy cups by day and watching Sci Fi with my hubby by night. I work at slipping Jesus into the conversations at the supermarket and occasionally pop in at the prison.

Perhaps one day, I’ll share sparkly eye shadow with Beth or rescue orphans with Rich. But today, I’m going to build blanket forts and faith by doing the last thing I know He called me to do. And if I’m going to be hanging around the house and all, I can at least rock a good sequined muumuu.

Where does God have you now? Do you ever feel like your job for God isn’t important? Try walking without toes, and remember all the little parts are important for the function of the body as a whole.