What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Tuesday, May 02, 2023

The Month that Was: March

“It's sad if people think that's (homemaking) a dull existence, [but] you can't just buy an apartment and furnish it and walk away. It's the flowers you choose, the music you play, the smile you have waiting. I want it to be gay and cheerful, a haven in this troubled world. I don't want my husband and children to come home and find a rattled woman. Our era is already rattled enough, isn't it?”

~Audrey Hepburn


March could be summed up in a word:  sourdough.

Sourdough bread.  Sourdough Rolls.  Sourdough pizza, muffins, banana bread, cookies, pancakes and waffles.

The March goal of getting practiced up with sourdough was great on it's own.  But one should not try to make that a goal right alongside another goal of losing weight.  At least, not one in one's right mind.



Me, on St. Patricks Day, pretending I am the Homeschool Mama I was seventeen years ago.  I did things like this back then.  





How is this marvelous boy HALF her age and just as big?  



This photo is entitled "The Indoctrination of Brothers" and also "A Mother's Heart Goes Pitterpat"  (If she ignores the book, that is.)

The results of indoctrination








I don't remember what constituted that big frown but it must have been a bad day.  :-/  


Thank goodness that crocheting dishcloths counts as a craft project- I barely squeaked the craft goal through. 
I enjoyed this book very much- a selection of personal letters throughout the life of Flannery O Connor.  What a character she was!  I have not read any of her works so this is the first time I know the author more intimately than their works.  If you are a Flannery Fan, what would you suggest I read first?


I was lamenting to my Father-in-law how time is just passing so swiftly by- and how many years I have spent hoping that as I got older and my children got bigger, things would begin to slow down a bit.  He said that "No, they just get faster and faster."  

So now I know.  And that's DEPRESSING.

As time careens past me, particularly in these last few months, I feel an undercurrent that I know will completely shatter my own personal pangea.  My whole world is about the be blown to bits, I just feel it in my bones.  I can't shake it.  It keeps me up at night.  It distracts me during the day.  I want to cling to the goodness of now.  And then I feel pretty sure that God doesn't want me clinging.  That was never His way.  

 I am in a tug of war right now with God.  And like a gentle Father, He is holding onto the rope loosely, tenderly; making it appear to me like I have some semblance of control while simply protecting me from His own strength.  

And so I am trying not to cling.  I am trying to live in gratitude.  I am trying to make the best of things, to revel in the now.  I am trying to create a haven, trying to have a ready smile even when my whole being seems ready to burst.   I am trying not to be rattled.

And, on top of it all, I am trying not to eat ALL THE BREADS.

2 comments:

Rozy Lass said...

My goodness! Did Moses get all the big, tall genes? What a blessing he will be to you as you get older. Your bread is gorgeous, and I'm sure it tastes as good as it looks. Are the flowers from your garden? I'm envious, nothing is blooming here yet, the leaves are just budding out on the trees. Thanks for sharing all your honest photos of life.
You can't hold on to time, but you can relax and just enjoy the moments. The memories will give you strength, comfort and hope in times of trials.

Abigail said...

For a gray month, you sure packed in some color!
...and delicious carbs. ;)
Whatever bread products your family cannot handle can come straight over here, and I'll handily demolish it for you (by "demolish," I, of course, mean swiftly gobble).

Praying for all the stuffs with you all-- that during this time of hard, good gifts and looming transition, God gives you joy and peace and a true zest for both what you hold in the present and for what new fruit is yet to come. Love you.