Therefore, whenever we have an opportunity, let us do good toward all—especially those who belong to the household of faith. Galatians 6:10, TLV

“Especially those who belong to the household of faith.” We sometimes forget that, don’t we? Or, we forget the “all.” Where does our family fit into this equation? Finding that solution is so important.

I remember a friend, Bernice I so admired when we lived in Seattle. She homeschooled four children who also took courses at the local college. From time to time, she would teach at women’s events. Her insights and gentle demeanor drew people to her. If there was a call for volunteers, most of the time, she was there.

One Sunday our pastor gave a message about finding our calling. That finding our calling involved seeking the Holy Spirit. I had no clear picture of what my calling was, so, of course, I sought out my friend. I sat next to her as folks exited the service. She sat alone, as though waiting for me. I asked her if she knew what her calling was, she closed her eyes, smiled, and said yes she did.

Then she sat there and said nothing. Did she not want to tell me? Was it private? So wondrous she was lost in the holiness of it?

I had to know

For those of you, who know me, you know how difficult it is to wait for an answer. Back then, I couldn’t wait either. I had to know. “So, what is your calling?” I asked.

Without looking at me, she said, “My calling is to my family. To be sure my children are prepared for this world. To be Godly in their walk as adults.”

Part of me was disappointed. I mean, doesn’t every parent want that?

“I thought it would be speaking,” I said. “You’re so eloquent and have so much to share, especially with other women.”

At that point, she looked me square in the eyes. “I am called to serve in that way. And I will. But not until my children are on their own. They are my first mission field.”

I don’t remember what I said, I only know I felt deeply convicted. My goals–not to be confused by calling–was to be successful in my career. Everything else was thrown into a basket, like eggs. I figured I would get to them from when I had time. All those “eggs,” so fragile and fresh, and I gave them little regard, as they sat too long and became spoilt.

That was a pivotal moment for me. I realized that as a woman, wife, mother, my first calling was to my family.

Today

Today, even though my daughter has grown, my first priority is my family–especially my hubby. Next, my “calling” which involves more activities than I could ever have imagined–congregation, writing, teaching. Then my community and neighborhood–meaning the “all.”

At times, the LORD has to remind me of these priorities, and I have to shift gears to right my direction, but I understand how it works. Thanks to Bernice.

Perhaps you’re like me and not sure of your calling. Where your priorities lie. As we enter Shabbat, during this time of rest, seek Him. One thing I know for certain, He will let us know. And for that, we can be eternally grateful.

Shabbat shalom!