“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michaelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, ‘Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.” -Martin Luther King Jr.
I’m called to be a homemaker, a mother, a wife.
To make a home full of hospitality, delicious food, prayer, and God’s truth to be taught and exampled in life.
Where family are accepted and loved unconditionally despite their failings.
Where Christ is depended on daily to ease our stresses, guide us, listened to, and where He pours His blessings on us in our quiet calls for help.
Full of leaning towards future hope, towards grace and forgetting mistakes, the past, letting go of pain.
Where we celebrate clean sheet night and have funerals for hamsters
Where we learn and experience the rich and the good and are protected from the shallow trash of this world in disguise as joy.
Full of order and predictable rhythms that make everyone feel safe.
With daily messes of play-doh, construction paper, spilt milk, glue, stains, and muddy shoes.
Full of dancing and singing but also quiet, introspective learning and daydreaming.
Where we step away from our jobs and listen to the little ones talk for twenty minutes about important nonsense.
Filled with tears and cuddles, often wakings in the night, colds, disgusting body fluids and stupid jokes.
Where my boundaries are sacrificed and replaced with gentle giving and again replaced with Christ’s strength.
Filled with smells of frying garlic onions, and crusty warm breads for dipping in soup.
Where Christ leads my husband and my husband leads us and we follow where they go.
Where you are my brave king and I am your beautiful queen and we give generously of all our blessings to those who are hurting.
Where we don’t give up on each other, we don’t criticize unnecessarily, and we laugh as often as possible.