Sometimes at the end of a long day I think back to what I've accomplished and frankly, I've got nothing.
Loads of laundry left piled, dishes washed, a bookshelf half organized resulting in a bigger mess that I'll have to tackle tomorrow, dinners cooked only to end up scooted around on a dish and somewhat complained about. Sometimes I wonder why I don't just get rid of everything in our house and cook the same two meals every night.
But I know why I toil with organizing bookshelves, experimenting with new meals and daring to risk wasting a precious hour on a craft that may or may not turn out. Because it adds to our home experience.
Home. Do you love being there? Does your family look forward to going home?
Our home is my headquarters. I work, play, create and invest in lives at home. Home is where my ministry is based. The ministry to my husband and boys. Home should be the safest, most comforting, inviting, beautiful, invigorating, welcoming place here on earth. I feel like anything I do that enhances our experience at home is well worth the trouble. Time making our home beautiful and orderly is time well spent.
But I don't want to have a lovely home just for the sake of loveliness–what a sad waste, like plastic protectors on a sofa. A home that has been tended to sets the stage so the most important stuff can happen.
So on a day like today, as I sit surrounded by the undone, I recognize that I am in the midst of big things slowly getting done one day at a time in the comfort of our home. And I am thankful I have the privilege to set the stage.