Amidst Laundry Piles, Dishes in the Sink, and Toys on the Floor: the Catholic Mom’s #mission

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Do you ever look at the non-stop laundry and dishes, trip over toys for 58th time this week, and sigh, wondering how this mess is bringing you closer to God, or how by living these days you are able to participate in the evangelizing mission of the Church?

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Moms, this *is* your mission field. Your people are your husband and children, and you *are* playing a great and irreplaceable role in the Church’s mission by loving them.

For a time, I longed to still be doing something productive for the Church. In college, I was part of the university ministry team, planned liturgies, taught Totus Tuus during the summers. When Fence and I were newly weds, I taught the 8th graders Religious Ed program, then I took the R.E. Director job for a year, and worked through pregnancy and after. My 6 week old came to the office with me, was affectionately nicknamed “Chapel Baby”, and it worked out great…until it didn’t.

We moved and changed parishes when she was 6-7 months old, and there didn’t seem to be a good fit in minisry for me anymore. Then more babies came, and I was up to my elbows in diapers and laundry with 3 children under 4. Within a year, we grew to be a family of 6, with 4 children 5 and under. How on earth could I even begin to think about volunteering for anything?! I could barely think on some days, I was so tired from being up with babies and toddlers and doing school drop-off and pick-up.

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My world changed when I read some wisdom in the words of Blessed Teresa of Calcutta. Long has she been a favorite of mine; my favorite quote from high school days is in her words,

“Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness, kindness in your face, eyes and in your smile.”

This time, I read,

“What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.”

“Love begins by taking care of the closest ones – the ones at home.”

It was so simple, so obvious, so true, that it was nearly mind-blowing. Here, from the mouth of one of the greatest missionaries of all time, were the words to love family, and not only to love family, but “love begins at home”.

Maybe it was around that time (5 or so years ago) that I also really started to understand and embrace the idea of “domestic church”. My home isn’t just a house filled with diapers and toys and buckets of clothes. It isn’t just where we eat and sleep. My home is a tiny domestic church, where my husband and I raise our children with love and laughter, where we gather to pray, where we learn to forgive.

It is where we gather around the table to literally break bread together, and learn to see Christ in each other. It is where I serve, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and tend to the sick, 24/7.

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My home *is* my mission field. My life is a constant opportunity to serve and love Christ in my neighbor, those who God chose specifically for me to love and help to know His love.

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6 Comments

  1. This is beautiful! Thank you for writing about the ordinary. As a wee engaged young babe I am deeply hoping that I can remember these things someday when (God-willing) we have a family! I was working as a full-time on-campus missionary for the last three years and now I sit behind a desk 8 hours a day. It is such a transition and really makes me wonder how I’m serving God’s Church. This post was exactly what I needed today. Thank you!

    1. You’re welcome!! It is definitely a process (that I often repeat!) learning that we can serve God in so many ways, even if our work calls us to a desk or diapers or who knows what.

  2. This was beautifully said, Gina! I also have to come back to this message again and again. For a while I think I’ve got it, and then I start getting bogged down with the everyday stuff and then have to re-calibrate back to the mission. Thanks for sharing this reflection! <3

  3. Absolutely love this! Just finished a Bible study that emphasized we were created to be a helper to our husband and mothers. I feel like that’s not seen as being enough in our society, and it’s wonderful to know we are enough in Christ’s eyes.

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