As much as I do have some great sanity savers, and have the kids help me, and try hard to start the day right, my house still
feels like is a disaster a lot of the time. Part of it is that we’re all here, all day, every day. And part of it is keeping up with laundry, three-meals-and-two-snacks-a-day, and wiping up toothpaste blobs and strawberry tops that somehow found their way all over the hallway carpet. There are also my own weaknesses and those of my children, and there are doctor’s appointments, extracurricular activities, travel, my husband going out of town, stomach bugs, third trimesters, first trimesters, everybody-wakes-up-grumpy days, and the list goes on. It’s easy for me to get frustrated. I work so hard to keep up with my house, but I can’t seem to be consistent. There’s also the fact that perhaps I am a little too attached to receiving my personal peace from a certain level of tidiness in my home, rather than from a deeper Source.
I love when some of my favorite bloggers and authors open up about what their real life looks like. It’s so easy to paint a picture of somebody else’s life that isn’t true at all (particularly in the blogging world!). Don’t get me wrong: I love to get my house looking lovely and gracious and ship-shape. But as you’ll see, the day-to-day over here is as real as it gets. All of these pictures were taken just before I put the kids down for rest time after lunch. (I think I had to make them eat outside that day because the kitchen table was still covered with school stuff.)
Whether or not your house is 10x cleaner or 10x messier than mine today (or every day!), I encourage you to join me in learning how to give your homemaking to God, seeking your peace and worth in Him rather than in what it looks like around you.
I’m slowing down big time right now: I’m about six weeks out from my due date with Baby #5. What a freeing truth it is for me that technically I can please God immensely and do all of His God’s will for a particular day…and still have a messy house by the time I slip into bed. Because sometimes, His will is to take care of myself mentally and physically–by leaving a kitchen-full of dishes and crumbs to go to bed on time (or actually spend some time with my husband at night). And sometimes, His will is to spend 45 minutes on the phone counseling a friend in crisis who called suddenly–instead of cleaning up.