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There’s no glory in changing diapers.

There’s no glory in refereeing arguments.

There’s no glory in picking your toddler’s dinner up off the floor.

There’s no glory in hauling the kids to and from practices and activities and playdates.

There’s no glory in cleaning spit up off your shirt . . . again.

There’s no glory in helping your kids with homework.

There’s no glory in rinsing out yet another blowout-stained onesie in the bathroom sink.

There’s no glory in changing wet sheets in the middle of the night.

There’s no glory in cluster feeding.

There’s no glory in showing up to every game, rain or shine, without fail.

There’s no glory in handling that tantrum at the grocery store.

There’s no glory in navigating the carpool line.

There’s no glory in scrubbing projectile vomit out of the car seat.

There’s no glory in packing homemade lunches every single day.

There’s no glory in soaking pee up out of the carpet.

There’s no glory in teaching your teenager to drive.

There’s no glory in making food that your kids refuse to eat.

There’s no glory in doing all the laundry.

Washing all the dishes.
Sweeping all the floors.
Dusting all the tables.
Cleaning all the mirrors.
Wiping all the windows.
Picking up all the toys.

There’s no glory in any of it.

There’s no one patting you on the back for all that you do.
There’s no parade in your honor.
There’s no party thrown.
There’s nothing.

Because motherhood, this grueling, tiresome, exhausting, never-ending, oftentimes thankless work—it’s not about you or your glory.

It’s about Him. It’s about His glory.

Each and every time that you do something for your family that you feel has gone unnoticed, He notices. He marvels at your selflessness, at your ability to do the dirty work without any recognition for the sake of those you love most.

And in that, He is glorified.

In all your hauling and cleaning and scrubbing and making and crafting and teaching and loving and doing, His name is lifted high.

And I promise you, sweet mama, when your actions glorify Him, it’s infinitely more fulfilling than if they were to glorify you or your name.

So I know it feels like there’s no glory in motherhood. And I know that, sometimes, it feels like it’s all for naught.

But rest assured, it’s all worth it. It’s all for a reason. It’s all with great purpose.

His purpose.

Originally published on Kisses From Boys with Krista Ward

 

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Krista Ward

Krista is a former teacher turned stay-at-home mom to three insanely precious little boys, Hudson, Jones, and Royce. She is married to her best friend and high school sweetheart, Randy, who is the peanut butter to her chocolate. Krista hopes to be a light and joy to the world, especially other mamas feeling stuck in the daily grind, through her writing.

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