As you come to him, the living Stone--rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him--you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 2: 4-5

Thursday, February 19, 2009


After almost 3 years, she's figured it to get out of her crib! I put her down for a nap, and then headed down for a nap of my own. I listened to her babble and sing and "read" for a good 45 minutes and then everything went silent. Ahhh....asleep finally.

About that time, my bedroom door flies open and there stands Hannah, huge smile on her face, "I'm done Mommy! Time to wake up!"
I only hope that she decides to stay IN her bed tonight and doesn't wander down the steps in the dark.
Everywhere I have looked today, I have been bombarded with images and writings that have made me feel even worse about the undomestic goddess that I really am. Oprah today? All about decluttering your home, and how the state of your home is really all about the state of your life. Oh my goodness...I hope not, although somedays I feel like it. In my daily Google reader list, one of my favorite blogs, The Barefoot Mama, was all about how she loves to keep house. And she just happens to be one of the most genuine, honest, sweet, in love with Jesus, people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

And even though my house is as clean as it ever gets around here (except for the fact that the vacuum is broken and I have to borrow my mother in law's once a week) and my laundry is DONE every day, and even though I have cooked every day this week, I don't love it. I wish I did. I try to. I love having a clean house. I imagine when I walk into other people's houses that are clean and neat and beautifully matched without dog hair and without H's drawn on the back of their couches that their lives are so much simpler and calmer than mine. Hmmm...maybe there is something to the cluttered house=cluttered life.

1 comment:

  1. oh man, it finally happened. once benji learned how to crawl out of his bed, we turned the door knob around so that we could lock him in his room at night...probably a fire hazard but better than him up roaming the house in the middle of the night.

    it is so difficult not to compare ourselves to others. i've been doing it a lot this week and it has only made me sad and discouraged. we are each uniquely made with gifts and talents. you have a wonderful gift of articulating your thoughts through writing. you are beautiful, inside and out.