If you stay at home like me, everyday house chores seem mundane and never ending. Just last night I was telling Ryan how I feel like laundry is the one thing I feel like never is finished. Which it is not. I've got a load in the dryer, one in the wash and a clean load ready to be folded. And there are enough clothes to wash another load!
But I am encouraged after reading this post because this is so my life right now!
"...But most of my days looked pretty much the same.
I got out of bed each morning so that I could do everything I did the day before. I washed the dishes so they could be dirtied again.I ironed the clothes so they could be worn and wrinkled again, I wiped noses so they could run again. I picked up toys so they could be played with again.I mopped the floor so mud could be tracked on it again.I cooked meals so that I could go to the grocery store again.I made beds so they could be slept in again.
Some days I wondered: if I do all I do, only to have it undone, am I really doing anything?
Today, as I pack up my home in June of 2008, I can see the answer more clearly than I did in February 1986. Each of my daughters is married to a wonderful, godly man, Chad will be a sophomore in high school this fall, and we’ll welcome our seventh grandchild at the end of August.
I realize that all of the mundane, repetitive days were actually full of significant, enduring work. A home was being built. A family was being knit together. Four souls were being shaped for eternity.
This home has spawned three more homes where the same tedious yet momentous work goes on day in and day out. And God willing, many more homes will one day be built, day by day, so “that in everything they may adorn the doctrine of God our Savior” (Titus 2:9). "
Last week Ryan called for me from the bathroom and I came to see this. Dean was so excited about bath time that he jumped/crawled/fell into the tub.
And this is on Christmas Eve when we celebrated Christmas with the Princes. And then on those mundane days where I wonder where my joy is or what is it in, or I feel as though I am endlessly disciplining Ella Reese about the same things over and over, or the view of the kitchen sink is constantly overflowing with dirty dishes no matter how often it seems that I am washing them, or when I complain in my heart for picking up toys all day... this poem by Annie Johnson Flint becomes my rock and helps me to surrender myself and my efforts to Christ. I hope it does for you too! Happy Tuesday!
"He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater;
He sendeth more grace when the labours ( laundry! ) increase;
To addeth afflictions he addeth his mercy,
To multiplied trials, he multiplies peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our stregth has failed ere the day is half done;
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limits, his grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men;
For out of his infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again! "
























