I love being a mom. Occasionally strangers in the store will express their condolences that we only have boys and I am quick to point out how much I love having boys. I love creating a home, putting flowers on the table and snuggling on the couch with books. I am deeply invested in my husband and these four boys and their good. But they are not my goal or my aim or my purpose. They are not what I live for; they are not my highest calling. My worth is not tied up in how clean my house is or how successful my husband is or how well my kids behave. I’ve grown increasingly convicted that we, as Christians, easily build an idol of home and family. Homes and families are things to steward for God’s glory, not altars where we worship or the fulfillment of who we are.
This whole thing, all of life, is about Jesus. Nothing else. There is no cookie-cutter image for women besides Jesus. The “ideal Christian woman” usually isn’t based on the whole canon of Scripture, but rather on just a few verses, pulled out of context and robbed of their beauty. There are strange ideas circulating about what it means to be a woman, so let’s recenter as often as we need to.
Matthew 6:33 says, “But seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” (Pssst…that doesn’t mean seek God’s kingdom and get a husband or a baby or a new job either. Go read the whole context.)