(Reposted from Instagram)
“Mama! I make dinosaur!”
I’ve been learning that caring for a home is less like curating a museum and more like tending a garden.
Gardeners can’t set and forget. They don’t expect their plots to stay weed-free after an afternoon of work. Their space is not sterile or pristine. But in the tangle of stems, leaves, and roots comes a harvest.
In the home, there’s also always more to do. Laundry and organizing and spilled milk and homework and hungry children and fussy babies. This can be so frustrating when we’re doing the same thing day in and day out. And especially so when little people seem to follow us around undoing what we’ve done.
But from this soil God brings a harvest. Of loved children. Of fun and laughter. Of mom learning patience. Of all of us learning forgiveness. Of helpful big sisters graciously cleaning up blue dinosaurs.
Where there are no oxen, the manger is clean, but abundant crops come by the strength of the ox. (Proverbs 14:4)