I have a prayer as a wife and homemaker: that our home would be a place of peace, of refuge, of blessing, and laughter.
With my cheek resting in my hand, on the back pillows of our off-white couches I prayed, eyes closed. Deep down denying my angst TO DO, and keep doing.
Lord, invade this place. Let your praises be sung here, my husband be rested here, our guests refreshed and blessed here. Let it be a refuge from worldliness.
Almost everyday since we moved into our first apartment I’ve come home anxious, and sometimes not even looking forward to stepping in the door. What needs to be done? Laundry? Dishes? Organizing? Exercising? Cleaning? And many housewives can relate to this thought pattern. There’s almost always something to be done. There is almost always another crumb to be swept away, dish towel to be folded, head of lettuce to be washed.
But recently, I have been practicing coming home from work and letting it be…and doing it later (gasp!). Taking time to make tea and sit down to journal. Organizing a little, but not a ton. Leaving the computer closed until I have read a psalm aloud or close my eyes for several minutes. And loving our home for being a place where I can enjoy being and doing (when the time is right).
I enjoy my role as a homemaker. I want to spoil my husband with good food while enjoying a bright, clean home. But Jordan once wisely said (in so many words), “I would rather eat pb&j and have a happy wife, than eat a gourmet dinner made by a stressed out wife.” Well said, Babe.
Because if I weren’t careful, I would never stop…and it’s a weakness of mine I’m very aware of.
How do you stop to just be?
Inspired by Darling’s amazing article, The Professional and The Peaceful Home