I’ve been reading a biography on Amy Carmichael, who was a missionary to India in the early 1900s.  Her life is an unbelievable story, and I’m finding the book hard to put down.  Here is the “cliff note” version of her life, also a very good book.

She established a refuge in India for children in moral danger–mainly children who were orphaned or unwanted and sold to the temple.  Once they were given to the temple (even infants), they were forced to endure unimaginable things.  While Amy never had any biological children, she eventually became “Amma” (mother) to hundreds of boys and girls.

As children literally began showing up on her doorstep, she found herself in the throes of parenthood–taking care of children of all ages, newborn and up.

Then a passage from the book just hit me and brought total encouragement as a mom.

…if the Lord of Glory took a towel and knelt on the floor to wash the dusty feet of His disciples (the job of the lowest slave in an Eastern household), then no work, even the relentless and often messy routine of caring for squalling babies, is demeaning.  To offer it up to the Lord of Glory transforms it into a holy task…It is not the business of the servant to decide which work is great, which is small, which important or unimportant–he is not greater than his master.

So whether I’m changing dirty diapers, wiping runny noses, washing dishes or doing laundry, nothing is too low for God to see and understand.