I want to do more. Make a bigger impact.
When I was a teenager I dreamed of doing mission work. It was the grandest version of serving the Lord I could imagine. And I wanted to "go big". Rocking orphans in the middle of Africa has never transpired. I never traveled beyond the ocean to tell people about Jesus.
I want to change the world. Rescue an orphan. Feed the hungry. Save all the strays.
When my eight-year-old goes on and on about Blockland and the store he "built" there today, I realize, sincerely listening to him will change his world.
As the toddler climbs onto my lap and I squeeze him, kissing his chubby cheek, I realize, I am changing his world.
Praying with my girls when I tuck them into bed and answering Rose's question, "Why don't I hear God?" will change her world.
It is small things. Providing a home and being a mother changes, alters, each of the human beings linked to my day to day. I have the power to heal them with my words, or tear them down. I have the power to affect their world.
And I am suddenly humbled. Staggered with the responsibility of their world and the big impact I make every day.
All your children shall be taught by the LORD, and great shall be the peace of your children. -Isaiah 54:13