My home does not look like this....
And I doubt it ever will. It looks more like this after movie night....
Yep, those are my two girls crashed out. Oh, and then there's this...
And it's pretty much a mess on any given Sunday, and sure, I know it doesn't matter because life happens here, and because I stay at home and don't work, we have furniture from craigslist and we don't do many vacations. But I compare. And I whine. And some days feel hard and heavy. And I know that my home is lovely, but I forget. And I forget that I have seen things like this...
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| Orphanages in Kazakhstan |
And this...
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| These were her only pair of shoes in the world. I don't know about you, but the words "I don't have shoes to match" have come out of my mouth more than once. |
Where life is hard and heavy. And I am reminded to look at my reality, my home, through the eyes of Christ.
And I see the blessing. I wonder how Christ sees me.
And as my children play 'family' and I cook, I get to see glimpses of me in the mirror. I get to see how they see our home.
How they see Christ through me.
How through every hug, every kiss, every word, and even as I stand and do the dishes, they see me.
I am not just making a home. I am not just a wife. I am who they see as an example of making a home. So even on days that are hard and heavy. I lift my eyes to Christ and am reminded, that these walls and this life and this home are temporary, and that it both matters and it doesn't matter, and that life is not about what matters, it's about Christ. That my real home is eternally more glorious than anything I could ever imagine. And that there probably won't be any laundry to do. And that gives me something to smile about while I fold....
2 comments:
Thank you for such a poignant & God inspired post...so beautifully written. I am also touched by central asia and those that suffer there... especially those that have not received Christ. I have a dear friend from the "stans" and she and her husband are underground missionaries there and other places. Whenever I am suffering deeply.. and I do suffer daily as I have been fighting inoperable spinal tumors for 4 yrs now, and alone, and only enough income to pay the rent and nothing more, and so much more... but then I am reminded of the dear people around the world suffering even more than myself.. and so many unsaved... and my heart breaks at how many blessings I have received from above!..each day is such a gift isn't it? I sometimes look at the SUZANIS around my apt. and reminded of their beloved faces... now I will also remember your post whenever I look at my missionary brought suzanis...Thank you again for your PRECIOUS Heaven sent post!
Cathy
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A wonderful post, I really enjoyed reading it. Your photos are great, and they made me smile as I think of the dirty trainers/tennis shoes I have at home. How wonderful the line 'I am who they see as an example of making a home' so encouraging, thank you. Be blessed, happy weekend. Nics
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