The Significance of Homemakers: A Reflection on Priorities and Values

I stopped by my husband’s workplace to bring him a Sonic tea.

He loves iced tea.

While I was there, another coach, a man whom I had heard about but never met, came to introduce himself to me. But rather than the regular, “I am… blah, blah, blah…” his first words were, “Your husband loves you so much.”

The emotions I felt are the same as when David enters a room.

He’s simply remarkable.

Anyone who has ever met my husband has truly been blessed.

But, I didn’t know how to convey that – I mean, Thank you…? That’s kind of weird. After all, it wasn’t him who said it – I mean to have this colleague of my husband’s make such an observation regarding my husband’s affection for me – before even meeting me…

I’m sure I smiled.  I was honored, but as usual, when it comes to my husband, words escape me.

Even now, I am smiling – just thinking about it. What a love Jesus has given to my man!

And that’s what it’s all about – Jesus.

I imagine that is what Mrs. Butker felt when her husband delivered his commencement speech – and what she will continue to experience for the rest of her life.

We are truly blessed women.

Knowing that the man you love, honor, and respect (although, sometimes, challenge)… has so much honor, respect, love, admiration, and affection for you and everything you do for him… and his home.

How glorious!

@KansasCityChief ‘s kicker, Harrison Butker’s speech… You know, the one where American (evangelical) women are flipping out over because their halfway approach to marriage and family isn’t met with covert accolades from their spouse to random people they have never met.

So – they maliciously attack.

"With respect to this they are surprised when you do not join them in the same flood of debauchery, and they malign you" (1 Pt. 4:4). 

So, how should women who don’t value and honor their families as their first and foremost priority be celebrated?

They can’t do the work of a homemaker – yet they want the praise, honor, and glory that goes with it?

No, I don’t think so.

Those accolades go to the real women who actually have their priorities in order:

We are called Homemakers.

You…?

Well, you farm out the care and nurture of the children that you haven’t murdered, to whatever daycare in the area has the best Yelp score. Then, hire someone to clean your house, deliver your groceries, do your laundry, press your clothes, and have the “family” dinners delivered.

Rather than submitting to your own husbands, you submit to the authority of the man you work for… at his pleasure.

It’s ok, though – the internet provides other opportunities for your husband’s “intimacy” needs…

And when your kids are home for the summer – there’s a camp… the internet… or some pedophile down the block… or on their social media feed…

I’m sure they’ll be fine –

After all, they’re getting the “best” public education can offer – I mean, hey! I hear they have summer reading programs and everything…

These women wouldn’t dare take their husbands’ names – and if they do, it’s hyphenated with that of another man…. their father. (Thank you Voddie)

They hire landscaping crews and pool-care “technicians,” and they couldn’t change a lightbulb, let alone a diaper, if their lives depended on it.

When mom and dad get old, they refer to yet another agency to take on that responsibility as well – or do what they did for the children they didn’t abort – and send them away to some random stranger’s care and visit – when they have a chance.

“But if anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for members of his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever” (1 Tim. 5:8).

Then it’s off to church on Sunday – where they can sign up to be on every woman’s ministry available, taking their “women’s retreats” to gripe, moan, and complain about what they “didn’t sign up for” in life, the rising cost of daycare, their “hardships” in raising children, and being married to the “please pray for my husband… he’s struggling with….” Whatever sinful disposition they want to use to throw him under the bus with this time, that they may look like such a … “oh poor me,” martyr.

And for what?

More money?

If you didn’t work, you wouldn’t have to hire so many people to do the work that ONE woman can do. So, what’s the deal?

Self-gratification. Self-glory. Self-ish. That’s it: “you do you” and what you do – is summed up in: glorifying yourself.

That’s your identity: Mrs. Self.

… oh wait – Ms. Self.

Wow. What a “witness” to the world.

No. You get no praise.

You deserve no honor.

You are a wicked, deceitful, wretched, dishonorable vessel who has gone to extreme lengths to malign the marital order of God’s design – which, as the Bible states, is a direct reflection of “Christ and the church” (Eph 5:31).  

All because you are too lazy, too self-absorbed, to be a woman of God.

All you deserve is the shame you feel as you project your unholy disposition of “status” onto every woman who possesses the fear of the LORD and demonstrates it by honoring and submitting to her husband and nurturing and caring for her family.

And the fact that you don’t honor homemakers – and the men who praise them – as being the standard by which every woman on the planet should strive to achieve – as the most excellent, most complicated, most demanding, yet most rewarding job in the universe – is pitiful.

Repent.

I did – but not before destroying my relationship with my children.

Then, after total surrender to Jesus and by the grace of God alone, He gave me David—a man after God’s own heart who loves me more than I could ever deserve.  

“Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us,  to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” (Eph 3:20-21).