Thursday, May 26, 2011
Did anyone ever tell you when you were growing up that
house work is a gift? Or even a ministry. I have thought about
housework a lot as I see destruction again in the south, the Midwest,
just about everywhere it seems. I have thought about
people who's lives are now buried in rubble. Where do you start?
I go through one tiny trial and I am a basket case, what do you do
when all of your things, your house everything you have worked for
all of your life is just gone.
I am at a loss in my mind at what to say or do. My life seems a bit
like Disneyland right now. I know one tiny earthquake and I could be in
the same place, but still. So today as I was going about my business, of putting
dishes away from the dishwasher, loading it again. Having electricity and windows
to even open. I struck me as how blessed I am that I have a house to clean.
I have a house to get dirty. I have a house.
All of the simple things I take for granted seem like such huge blessings to me today.
Clothes to wear, chickens to feed and a car to drive. Food to cook and people who
" So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted
and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and
overflowing with thankfulness."
My prayers are with the people who I don't know who have lost everything as well as family.
But God knows each and every one by name and He is there.
So I will go about my business of housework with a lighter heart, serving those I love and
doing my job because when it all comes down to it, I am so thankful for this gift of life.
Have a lovely day,
We are having beach weather again, cold, cloudy, but maybe it will burn off. I guess
I should have never put my winter clothes away. :)