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The Joy of Homemaking

I am not the cleanest housekeeper. I struggle to keep up with dishes and laundry. I especially struggle to keep up with boys’ messes. I can’t keep on top of things. I’m lousy at it. But there are little snippets of moments where I think I finally got myself together. I had one of those rare moments the other day. There was still a pile of clothes on top of the dresser, but the inside of the drawer was actually neat. I was promptly putting away the clothes instead of letting them sit on the couch for a week. I felt pretty good about myself at that moment.

I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. I pondered to myself what a joy it is to stay at home and take care of my family. I like these fleeting moments. They only happen rarely. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a stay at home mama all the time. But there are little times where I feel stress free and I feel like I’m actually doing a good job. I smiled to myself and thought I’m pretty good at this thing. I wonder why I think these things sometimes? About 80% of the time, I’m struggling and praying about doing my best. Why do I get sudden feelings that sometimes I do get it right when all week long I am begging to at least survive. I’m thankful for these moments. I’m not going to consider them prideful, because if I just wait 10 minutes, I’ll be humbled again for sure. For example, the cushions might get thrown off the couch, someone might pee in the floor, or I ruin a loaf of bread. I know I have plenty of hard moments, I don’t have to look very far for them. It’s the little moments of pure joy that I’m cherishing. Thank you Lord, for the joy of homemaking.


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