Today I’m staying home. Not because I don’t believe in equal rights. Not because I don’t believe in dignity for all people. Today I’m staying home because I believe our President and our nation needs my prayers more than my protests. Today I’m staying home because I’m hopeful, not in one man or one administration, but in one God, one Savior. Today I am staying home because my voice doesn’t need to be heard nearly as much as His voice needs to listened for.
Today I’m staying home because I believe and embrace that as a wife and a mother my place is in our home. That doesn’t mean I can’t help to provide for my family, that I can’t work outside of the house we live in, and it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be paid the same as a man to do the same job. But my place, my highest calling as a wife and a mother is in fact inside of our home. I am called to love my husband, to support and encourage him. To put his needs and yes his desires before my own. That doesn’t make me less, it makes me his helpmate. His biggest cheerleader. I am called to nurture our family and to raise up children who will love and serve The Lord, putting the needs of others before their own.
Today I’m staying home because I’m struggling to understand how countless women can say they have a right to their bodies and show no compassion for the right to life of an unborn child. I was one of those babies. I was adopted as an infant and my birth mother could have made the choice to abort me. To allow me to be torn limb from limb, and discarded like trash. Instead she made the choice to carry me for nine months. To put my life before hers. To carry me as a treasure, not as a trouble that was disrupting her life, keeping her from a better plan or purpose. She made the choice to give me in adoption to my parents (who I have always believed were meant to be mine) and to give me my right to life. And what a life it has been. Because she put herself second, I too can put myself second. Second to my Creator. Second to my husband.
Today I’m staying home. Today I’m staying second. It doesn’t make me heartless or hateful. It makes me hopeful and grateful. Hopeful for a world lost without Christ and grateful for this gift of life I’ve been given. Hopeful for a generation that mistakingly believes disagreement is rooted in hate and grateful for my freedom to speak without fear of retribution. Hopeful that others will become brave and boastful to cheer the name of Jesus and grateful for God who doesn’t give me the debt I truly deserve as the sinner I am, but who gives me grace upon grace and peace that surpasses all understanding.
It’s not popular to say or to do, and it will come at a cost. A cost the world will determine the price for, but today I’m staying home, and I’ll gladly pay the price. I’m lifting my voice in prayer not protest and preparing my heart for when Jesus comes again.