This week I have been thinking about my perspective on my house. And, I think I had a realization and I wish I would've had it a long time ago. Well, it is one of those things that I think in my head I knew but not in my heart. And, it is dropping to my heart I think. So, drum roll....here it is.....My house is not my life! My life is lived in this house. Some days I think I have too much wrapped up in my house. If things are tidy and organized I feel like a "good mom and a good wife" and in that moment I am ready to be hospitable. If things are a mess I feel anxious, inferior, I wonder what is "wrong" with me, the thought of an unannounced visit makes me cower. Oh, YUCK!
Paul wrote something about what food people would eat. He said the food for the body and not the body for food. I think we could insert many other things in place of the word food there. Like the house for the family not the family for the house.
Too many days I have been driven by a never ending to do list. Now, I am not saying that I should give myself permission to live in a pig sty here. But, I think I need a heart change in the way I go about housework. And, I really need a heart change in the way I view family, guests, my home, where I get my value as a person, and the fear of what others think of me. Hope this is making sense.
I want my laundry done so that we will be warm and clothed and free to live life. But, having all my laundry done does not give me the golden star award. I am not more or less valuable when my laundry is folded and in the drawers. The status of laundry in my house is not all there is to Beth Brodine. Lord Jesus, free me from the lies I believe and give me a heart to serve my family with joy.
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