Whenever I hear someone mention a person who lived a radical life for Christ, I always imagine a missionary in a dangerous country or someone who became a martyr for their faith, or a man in prison away from his family because he was teaching people about Jesus.
In fact, a lot of images come to mind when I think of a radical life.
But, what doesn’t come to mind is me.
A stay at home mom, with 4 kids, a husband, a messy house and who desperately needs a shower.
But I am learning something, that I want to share with you….
“A radical life for Christ is not always visible to outside eyes.”
We can live radical lives where we are everyday. I know, its crazy right? But hear me out…
What makes a regular life radical?
I don’t think that I was wrong in assuming that it meant leaving everything behind to follow Christ, but what was wrong in my thinking was HOW we leave everything behind to follow Christ.
Serving God and living a radical life doesn’t only mean selling my house and packing up my family to move to a far off mission field.
It means embracing the mission field that God has placed me in right now.
It means putting aside worldly desires and wants and figuring out what God wants for me.
It means attacking each of my sins and struggles head on and allowing myself to grow in Christ.
It means praising God in the darkest of seasons, trusting that He will use it for good because He promised us that He will never leave us or forsake us.
It means praying for my husband daily, taking care of him and ensuring that he feels respected, loved and supported.
It means ministering to my littles just as a missionary would share with the people he met along the way in his mission field. It means teaching them diligently about who Jesus is and showing them his love. It means praying for their little hearts and souls daily, and praying with them for all of their daily hurts and needs, showing them that Jesus cares about everything from their little stubbed toe, to their homework struggle, to their broken arm.
It means praying for the mama I met at the grocery store that seemed worn out, or inviting a new friend to church, or praying with the mom from play group who poured her heart out to a stranger turned friend.
It means waking up each day and looking at all the opportunities I have right in front of me to serve the Lord.
Sometimes as moms we get so caught up in dreams put on hold for our kids, or with feeling purposeless. I know that I have caught myself referring to myself as the maid, housekeeper, cook, nurse or chauffeur, but never once have I found myself referring to myself as the caretaker, teacher, nourisher, healer, prayer warrior, or master booboo kisser that God has called me to be.
So the bottomline is this…
My life doesn’t have to change for it to become radical.
Because radical lives are not confined to specific places or certain actions.
Radical lives begin and end in the heart of the one living it.
So, if you are reading this I want you to know something:
God sees everything you are doing. He knows you are serving Him, even when no one can see. He hears your whispered prayers in the car on the way to school drop off, he pays attention to your heart as you prepare nutritious food for your family, he sees you wash their favorite clothes for school the next day, even when staying up to put them in the dryer seems like an insurmountable task because you are exhausted. He watches you get up in the middle of the night to rock your little back to sleep, or to hug away a nightmare. He watches you put everyone before yourself, and he is grateful that you are his servant. He is proud of you and loves you and trusts you to raise up little kids that will come running to Him.
Motherhood is radical, so own it and go and live for Christ right in your own kitchen…