My mission

Today is the day. Today is my due date.

But there is no action.

Honestly, today is the first day that I've experienced slight uncomfortableness. My belly is heavy. I feel pressure. But I'm sure that is to be expected.

There has been at least some labor progress, but my baby will come when he comes...

And if he doesn't come by Thursday, I've scheduled an induction. So there, John Henry.

I got an email yesterday from one the blogs that I follow with the most wonderful quote about homemaking:

“I believe that a godly home is a foretaste of heaven. Our homes, imperfect as they are, must be a haven from the chaos outside.

They should be a reflection of our eternal home,

where troubled souls find peace,

weary hearts find rest,

hungry bodies find refreshment,

lonely pilgrims find communion,

and wounded spirits find compassion.”

 ― Jani Ortlund

The words caused me to come back to the reality of my calling. 

The world may see it as simple. 

But I know that my job is real. And that my ministry is about to significantly change. 

My ministry of motherhood. 

And for taking care of my home with a purpose. 

And being so very grateful to a husband who sees the importance of it as well. 

I delight in the purpose of caring for my home, husband, and baby. 

As some wise person once said, "The days are long, but the years are short." I can imagine that's how it will be with children. But I must remember the blessing that I've been given. 

I think I'll realize it and treasure it as the years go on. 

Or maybe I'll want to pull my hair out because they'll be messes, spills, sins, and many more unpleasantries. 

I guarantee it won't be as peaceful as serene as the beautiful photography featured here. 

But my mission is still the same. And a girl can try, right?

*The beginning of this post was written this morning. It is 5:15 now, and I am barely breathing through contractions. As I press publish, I will be heading to the hospital. My, how things are going to change...