So I'm in my 5th week of being on holiday, and I realize more and more that I'm quite the workaholic. I'm not complaining about the break. I really enjoy the fact that I can sleep in, catch up on the lives of friends through e-mail, Skype and Facebook, feel accomplished because of the many books I'm reading, experiment with different ingredients & dishes (e.g. Tamarind), watch endless movies, and go out for a small errand now and then. However, I can't help but feel that my days are determined and highlighted by one singular activity that seems to give the day purpose and structure. Here's what I mean.
Monday - 2 moving companies coming to estimate cost of moving. Tuesday - Prenatal swimming class 10:30 - 12:00 Wednesday - Prenatal class 6:30 - 9:00 Thursday - Taiwan Missionary Conference in Taichung Friday - Taiwan Missionary Conference in Taichung Saturday - Furniture shopping Sunday - Church ServiceNow this is just for this week, but there are weeks where one of these days would be blank, and I feel some strange compelling force that drives me to fill it up with at least one activity (e.g. go to the bank, go to the market, shop for baby bottles)...and strangely, even if the one activity is as trivial as withdrawing money from the bank, I feel that my day has purpose and meaning and I can feel at rest to do whatever I want for the rest of the day. Why is that?
I struggled for a long time about whether to go back to work once our baby came. Ray and I prayed about it for quite a while. I had conversations with several sisters about what they thought (some discretely, some quite deliberately). In some ways I felt guilty that though we could afford for me to stay at home, I wanted to go back to work. I was actually quite distraught over the whole decision. But the wisest words I got were that there were no rights or wrongs about the whole decision. God does not give clear directives of either. There are examples of "godly" & "faithful" stay-at-home and working mothers in Scripture (e.g. Proverbs 31). In the end, you need to
bring it to the Lord in prayer. And through that time of praying and reading God's words, the strongest words that I heard from God was to "be submissive to my husband". Turning to Ray, he said, "I can't see you being at home all day."
Well, I've never been a mother, and I have no idea how I will feel after our baby is born, but in the end, Ray & I decided that I would go back to work after my 2 months maternity leave. And in many ways, God has already given us peace about our decision: from my parents being able to come for 2+ months, to being able to afford a nanny, to being in a new role next year at my school as Librarian (allowing more flexibility to my schedule), and to finally being able to find an apartment closer to school.
So in the end, I'm just thankful that I have a God who understands me so well. Maybe I'll change my mind later and WANT to stay at home, but either way, God knows my thoughts before I even think them. And I can't put it in a better way than the Psalmist of 139.
1 O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. 2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O LORD.
5 You hem me in—behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, [a] you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.