Beautifully written

From a blog I read this morning...

"...Home is more than a lavishly-decorated edifice. It is a warmth, a welcoming. It is putting people in the cup of your heart where they can rest and be healed. It is a smile, a touch, the smell of warm coffee when you don’t feel like opening the covers. The surroundings are familiar, even predictable, and there is quiet.

There is also noise; the clatter of dishes being washed, of baths being drawn, of playful banter, tiny bare feet on tile floors, and crying infants.

There are many types of homes, but I think the best of these is where a woman presides as a benevolent monarch in the fashion of Jesus, as the servant of all. She smooths the wrinkles in the blankets and on weary, life-worn faces. She covers sins and sprinkles everything with grace. She spreads out a pretty tablecloth (even if it is in reality a thrifted flat sheet) and covers it with delicious treats. She plans and watches and cares for all of those under her roof, and even for those outside.

Wherever she goes she comforts, and souls are fed by her art and her wisdom. She spices potatoes, iced tea, and conversation with just the right seasoning, and always an extra pinch of sweetness.

She makes herself strong by wielding weapons; brooms, mops and monster vacuums. She charges up and down stairs with heavy baskets of laundry while carrying a toddler on her hip. She reaches to the tops of vaulted ceilings while cleaning ceiling fans, and defies death to retrieve footballs and rag dolls from roofs.

And she is never satisfied. At the end of the day, while the rest of the family is breathing in the restorative atmosphere her hard work has created, she sits and sews on buttons, or plans meals, or researches better ways to put smiles on the faces of the people she loves, all while stroking the head of a young child and nursing a small infant.

When her head hits the pillow, her sleep is deep and her dreams are sweet. There the Master comforts her, in the stillness of the night when her heart is slowly beating. He is going there into the recesses of her mind and filling it with the sweetness of His presence and repairing and refreshing.

He can do this work because she is truly a woman of faith; she has given everything, her whole life, in trust that God, in His wisdom, knows what is best, and His wisdom far surpasses any of the foolishness of any age, of any fad, of any philosophy of man (or woman)."