Home-Making
Tonight I'm curled up with a blanket listening to the dull sounds of thunder and the pitter patter of rain after a quick storm rolled in. The day is still on me a bit. Each evening seems to wear me a little thinner these days. When Phoebe gets tired she gets busier and more destructive and just recently my girls have finally started acting like sisters. Because they are four years apart, Matilda has been more like a little helper than sibling to Phoebe and all of a sudden now that Phoebe is talking some and mobile, it's like game on. They take each other's toys and blankets and I can see that Matilda needs extra love right now because Phoebe gets a lot of attention with her tiny babbling voice and duck-like waddle.
They are both so darn cute. I'm seeing the void though that Preschool was filling with entertaining Matilda and getting some of that energy out. She seems to need each moment of the day to be filled - just the other day we had a tea party, played in the sprinkler, went on two walks, played in the garden and that was just after lunch. Getting out today to meet friends was just the medicine I needed. I've decided that needs to happen every day.
As I mentioned a few times before, I've been reading Home-Making by JR Miller and it has been such nourishment and wisdom for my mama soul. I wanted to share some things that have given me pause and/or inspired me concerning the "home spirit." I'm praying over this post, hoping to communicate clearly:
"You can not give your child what you do not possess; you can scarcely help giving your child what you do possess."
We impress ourselves upon our children less by what we teach them - than by what we are.
That whole adage of more is "caught than taught." I can tell my little ones over and over to be kind but if they hear me speaking unkind things or talking to them in a harsh tone than they are more apt to follow my lead than do as I tell them. This is something I am taking more and more seriously. Matilda is at an age where she is aware of everything and I'm working on speaking love and trying to be salt and light at all times so that I can model God's love to them.
Oh mothers of young children - your work is most holy. You are fashioning the destinies of immortal souls.
The Persian fable says that the lump of clay was fragrant, because it had lain on a rose. Let your life be as the rose, and then your child as it lies upon your bosom will absorb the fragrance.
We have a huge job as mothers to steer our little ones in faith. To give them the tools of prayer and truth.
Indeed there is no deep, true and holy love, where selfishness rules.
This one is monumental for me because I do feel like my selfishness and my desires can trump doing what is most important sometimes. I get tired and cranky and I want alone time but my greatest job right now is to tend to my family, to serve them.
You know what a true Christian home ought to be. It ought to be a place where love rules. It ought to be beautiful, bright, joyous, full of tenderness and affection, a place in which all are growing happier and holier each day.
That is my life's mission.
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They are both so darn cute. I'm seeing the void though that Preschool was filling with entertaining Matilda and getting some of that energy out. She seems to need each moment of the day to be filled - just the other day we had a tea party, played in the sprinkler, went on two walks, played in the garden and that was just after lunch. Getting out today to meet friends was just the medicine I needed. I've decided that needs to happen every day.
As I mentioned a few times before, I've been reading Home-Making by JR Miller and it has been such nourishment and wisdom for my mama soul. I wanted to share some things that have given me pause and/or inspired me concerning the "home spirit." I'm praying over this post, hoping to communicate clearly:
"You can not give your child what you do not possess; you can scarcely help giving your child what you do possess."
We impress ourselves upon our children less by what we teach them - than by what we are.
That whole adage of more is "caught than taught." I can tell my little ones over and over to be kind but if they hear me speaking unkind things or talking to them in a harsh tone than they are more apt to follow my lead than do as I tell them. This is something I am taking more and more seriously. Matilda is at an age where she is aware of everything and I'm working on speaking love and trying to be salt and light at all times so that I can model God's love to them.
Oh mothers of young children - your work is most holy. You are fashioning the destinies of immortal souls.
The Persian fable says that the lump of clay was fragrant, because it had lain on a rose. Let your life be as the rose, and then your child as it lies upon your bosom will absorb the fragrance.
We have a huge job as mothers to steer our little ones in faith. To give them the tools of prayer and truth.
Indeed there is no deep, true and holy love, where selfishness rules.
This one is monumental for me because I do feel like my selfishness and my desires can trump doing what is most important sometimes. I get tired and cranky and I want alone time but my greatest job right now is to tend to my family, to serve them.
You know what a true Christian home ought to be. It ought to be a place where love rules. It ought to be beautiful, bright, joyous, full of tenderness and affection, a place in which all are growing happier and holier each day.
That is my life's mission.
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