When people ask me what I do, I often hesitate. Where do I begin?
I'm tempted to reply with "What don't I do?"
Truly, I don't want to come off sounding like some martyr. I feeling truly blessed to do what I am able to do -
Care for my family and home.
And yes, often times that looks like the above pictures. Not glamorous, no paycheck at the end of the day
but more often than not, rewarding and important. Payment in hugs and kisses and knowing that
I'm serving and glorifying the Lord in the seemingly mundane tasks I do in any given day.
I find great joy and reward in decorating for the seasons, cooking creative meals,
home educating, finding ways to show love for my husband.
But then there are those days that I ask myself......
Why do I bother?
That day was yesterday.
Why do I bother cleaning a house with the exception of the basement - you know the one that has large
dust bunnies following you down the stairs, an area that has seemingly exploded, laundry in piles
and unmentionables hanging from the drying rack....
only to have my husband take our guest down there to show him something?
Why do I bother cooking a Thanksgiving dinner only to have something so embarrassing happen
I can't even type it because I'm so mortified?
Why do I bother spending hours practicing a violin piece to play for church on Sunday only to have my
daughter run circles around me while I'm trying play so that I hit her in the head with the violin bow
before I've barely started so that I'm so angry I give up, pack my stuff up, haul her out of there and leave the
service before it's even over?!!!!!!!
Why do I bother spending thousands of dollars over 4 years on violins and violin lessons for my talented
son who brought his violin to church to accompany the Sunday school choir on a song they are to sing
for church next Sunday - knowing full well that
It's broken in half.
Oh yeah.
Quite honestly, the wounds are still fresh so that the answer to this question is still a little blurry. I do seem to recall
through my haze a passage from Scripture
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Corinthians 12:9a
Paul goes on to say that he will boast all the more gladly about his weaknesses so that Christ's power
may rest on him.
So in taking advise from Paul I declare ....
I am not a perfect housewife!
I am not a perfect home educator!
I am not a perfect hostess!
I am not a perfect musician!
I do not have perfect kids!
For when I am weak, then I am strong - through Christ who gives me strength!!
We've been busy with studies and getting into the routine of a new school year. We've gone apple picking and visited a farmers' market on Saturdays where we've picked up farm fresh eggs, vegetables and meat.
We accompanied Wayne to Vermont for pastors' conference and explored the resort town of Stowe, toured Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream factory and roughed it in some very dingy but pricey hotel. We've gone on a nature walk and attended the butterfly exhibit at a local university.
We enjoyed a visit from Jake and Fran last month. Life has been busy but .... fall is fun!!
