I just read a great post by a friend of mine. She’s a stay-at-home-mommy missionary (SAHMM?) in the Dominican Republic struggling with the guilt of not doing enough to please God.
If you’ve ever looked sideways at your neighbor and felt lesser in comparison, or felt that staying at home with your children caused you to be less of a “workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works,” then you’d enjoy what she has to say. Here’s a snippet:
However, I still sometimes have this nagging feeling that I’m missing something. After all, isn’t a missionary supposed to be out helping all the poor children, meeting all the neighbors, able to speak the language fluently, etc…?
And so I take care of Jeremiah, tutor some, and pray for opportunities to serve, , yet still these questions keep coming to my mind, “Am I doing enough? Am I enough?”
Here’s the rest; enjoy!