I always knew that I wanted to be a homemaker when I grew up, and now I’m living that dream with my husband (of seventeen years) and three kids (ages 16, 12, and 9). But no matter how "grown up" I am, it seems there's always more growing to do. I often find myself wishing to be better, wiser, more organized, finally put together.
I want to be an excellent wife, creating a peaceful home that looks like it fell out of a magazine. I want to be a wise mother who teaches kindness, disciplines patiently, makes learning fun, and does it all without having an emotional meltdown. I want to love Jesus more than I love myself, forgive like I’ve been forgiven, and trust that God is sovereign, on the good days and on the really bad ones.
I doubt I’ll ever be that perfect woman of my hopes and dreams, but maybe that's alright. I'll keep trying. More importantly, I'll keep hanging onto what I believe.
I believe that I was created to be my husband's helpmate and called to serve my family, even when loving is hard and doing it joyfully is harder. I believe the message of the cross is lived out in the little moments of daily life. I believe that making a home matters, that my efforts preach the gospel, and that my failures reveal God's grace.
I believe that's what gospel homemaking is all about....I hope you'll join me.