My Job

“I know that some jobs don’t really count, don’t make much of a difference, don’t actually matter that much, don’t have much lasting significance. Not so with mothering. I know that in some jobs the worker is only handling cleaning equipment, or car parts, or computer keyboards, or insurance policies, or court cases, or political legislation, or stockholders’ funds. Not so with mothering. A mother is handling things of a far greater magnitude. She’s handling never-dying souls. She’s daily conducting heart surgery on eternal spirits whose forever destinies are influenced most profoundly by the hands that rock their cradles, wipe their noses, spank their fannies, open their Bibles, prepare their after-school snacks, and turn off their bedroom lights. Those motherly hands are molding characters which will become men and women who will turn the world upside down either for good or for evil. Now that’s a job that counts. ” Womanly Dominion, page 108-109

I came across this on a blog I read regularly called The Stay-at-Home-Missionary. I found it very encouraging.

Nov 8 09 002--revised

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2 Responses to “My Job”

  1. I LOVE her blog. It is really wonderful, I would really like to meet her in real life someday wouldn’t you :)

  2. Erin says:

    Oh—I didn’t know you knew that blog! I would love to meet her. I tried to email her but it wouldn’t work for some reason. I can really relate to her…even though she’s really got her act together :)

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