Sometimes I was certain my young children existed to undo every single thing I did. If I cleaned it, they would mess it up. And I so happened to typically be one of those grumbling housekeepers. I would stomp back and forth picking up discarded socks and empty cups mumbling to myself under my breath. As I swept the floor a fifth time that day I would speak to the tiles, “No one knows how to do anything but me!” What I tended to forget was that each mess, although a nuisance, was a concrete representation of my full life. Crumbs were a reminder of fat, healthy babies, and dirty laundry an example of how well-provided for we are as a family.
When I was busy with my business I was blessed with a large team, a growing customer base, and a wonderful opportunity to provide for my family from home.
When I was busy with compiling and teaching school lessons to my girls, or heading out of the home for school activities with other homeschooling families I was being provided an amazing chance to educate my children at our kitchen table. I was able to teach them about Jesus, help them understand the things that were important in this life, and also be afforded time with them. Time was so fleeting when they were young. Busy, but worth it I say!
I was only given so much of it. Time that is. And though this time of my life, with very young children, was an extremely busy one, it was also a blessing. Every single hustle and bustle signified a full life, full home, and full heart. My busy was my blessing, and I could get along with that. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t have my moments of frazzle and frustration, but it did mean I didn’t have to stay there. I could move forward in the truth of how beautiful my life truly was. Biscuit crumbles and all.
