“Having found myself faced with that old bull-session question (What would you do if you found out you had a year to live?), I learned that a woman with children has the privilege or duty of bypassing the existential. What you do, if you have little kids, is lead as normal a life as possible, only with more pancakes.”
~Marjorie Williams
A writer once asked if a woman were to die tomorrow, would she be happy that she had spent some of her life taking the time to make homemade bread. Why not?
Homemade bread. Reading lessons. Discipling children. Scrubbing the toilet. Making dinner for the millionth time. Changing another diaper. Making beds. Planning birthday celebrations. Serving pancakes. On and on.
These are the common duties and joys and privileges that make up the rhythm of my ordinary days. I shall have no regret about having done them for His glory.
I’m thankful to the Lord that my mama is in the house! What a joy to make her a birthday cake and to ask her each morning, “Would you like some tea?”
I’m thankful our children love her so much. Elijah must have said, “MeMaw” at least a thousand times the first 24 hours of her being here. I’m thankful they fight over who gets to sit next to her. I’m thankful they pour out affection generously.
I’m thankful for school days.
I’m thankful for flowers from little hands, bearing the message: For you mommy, because you love us so much.
I’m thankful for sunlight and piano music and old comfy chairs.
I’m thankful for love notes.
I’m thankful for a daughter who grabs the hymnal and just starts singing.
I’m thankful for a little guy who loves to take walks and for his bigger siblings who love to go with him.
I’m thankful for the goodness of God to us. Every one of these things for which I’m thankful is a mercy from His hand. He knows our frame and lavishes such an amazing love on us anyway. What good news it is that His love for me depends not on ME.
Enjoy the many blessings He’s set before you. Make His praise known among you. And make more pancakes.
With love,
Trisha
