Of the three of us sisters, I’ve always been the least domestic. Kathy is the organizer and cleaner. Jaquita is the one who decorates and makes the stuffing at Thanksgiving, and I… well, I’d like to use my kitchen cabinets as bookshelves.
Now that I have a family of my own (five of us in our house and one aging Pomeranian), I really am trying to keep clutter at bay and the floors mopped.
And I’m trying to do it so that I have a welcoming and restful home.
For years I’ve felt guilty because my home is far from pristine. But God doesn’t ask for perfect houses, he asks for peaceful homes.
“My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.” — Isaiah 32:18
A perfect house is something that you can hire someone to create for you. A peaceful home is something you have to live out yourself.
I’m trying to do just that. (And failing. And trying again.)
In the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing little tips that have worked for me. Maybe I’ll twist some arms and see if my friends might offer some advice, too. Together, we’ll get this thing figured out.
We can have peaceful dwelling places and restful homes. I’m sure of it.