I want to challenge you to paint your own picture of the modern day homemaker (if you have a blog, start there; if not, start talking!) Our culture needs the true message--not a concocted one that props up a flimsy agenda, but a living, real message that tells women it is GOOD and NOBLE to devote their lives to strengthening their homes, communities and nations. That a home neglected is a weak home; and a weak home gives way to a weak neighborhood; and a weak neighborhood can only be a crumbling foundation for a nation. (Read entire post here.)
My picture of the modern day homemaker would be largely a portrait of myself because that is, of course, the image I live with each day! That is not to say that it is a good picture or even an typical picture (are there any typical homemakers? or any typical non-homemakers for that matter?), but a real-life picture, nonetheless.
The feminist movement would say I am slave to a man. I know that I have a beautiful, Godly love relationship with the most important human being to me on this earth. He demands nothing of me. Anything I do for him is loving service which is totally voluntary and reciprocated by him.
The feminist movement would say I am encumbered by child care. I know that I have the blessed privilege to carry, to bear, to enjoy, to teach, to train, and to love the unique blessings God has given to me.
The feminist movement would say I am stifled in the four walls of my home. I know that I have more freedom than any woman reporting to a boss and chained to a desk. I give my time to those I love, report to my Heavenly Father and a husband who loves me and have the freedom to go when and where I wish.
The feminist movement would say I am lazy. I know that the value of work is not defined by the amount of money received for it. Neither is it measured by the amount of time put into it (if it were I would definitely have any full-time employee beat!). The value of any work is measured by whether it brings glory to God and whether it has eternal benefits and sufficient return for the time invested.
The feminist movement would say I have no vision for the future. I know that my children's eternal destiny is largely dependent upon the training they receive at my hand and that of my husband.
The feminist movement would say my days are unimaginative. The feminist movement has never lived with a precocious first grader, an active three-year-old and a delightful baby.
The feminist movement would say I am unfulfilled. I know that my best talents, though they be few and small, are exercised every day within the scope of my home and motherhood. I know that I am, without hypocrisy, completely content and satisfied with the calling the Lord has given me.
I am a real woman with real struggles.I laugh. I cry. I don't pretend that everything is wonderful, but I can't deny the work of God in my life. I allow God to work in your life as well even if you are not a full-time homemaker like me. What's your picture?
Go ahead and add your "picture" in the comments or put a link back to your blog post about it. I'd love to read it!