Some Rambling Thoughts

Warning!!!

No pictures today!!!

I am almost at a loss without any sort of picture to share of my day.

Should I post something anyway or not?

Well, I have a few thoughts on my mind so I will ramble on a bit even without pictures.

I have had a few kind people voice concern over my staying at home a lot. It is true, by nature I am a homebody. I always have been. It is a part of who I am.

When we had fewer children it was much easier to juggle serving in church, small group meetings, women's get-together, etc, as well as doing my mom thing. I did enjoy that time in my life. As our family grew (and it grew much quicker than most of the women I spent time with) I really needed to stay home more to get the basics done.

The other ladies I was around still had a higher level of involvement at church functions, co-ops, and what-not. I wrestled for years feeling guilty because I chose to stay home more. There were even a few people who thought we were headlong down the path to a mediocre for life for Christ. I would think 'if I really wanted to be used by God I should be back out there serving'.

I realized later that that guilt feeling was not coming from some sort of disobedience or failure on my part. I thought it was. No,it was just that my life was changing and moving in a little different direction than others where at that point. I can still get caught up in that guilty mind set these days so that is what I was referring to a few posts ago when I shared my thought when I visit Facebook.

I do not get out much. I am literally at home 98% of the time. No joking.

So if I’m not out at meetings, activities, etc…

What do I do?

This is what I do:

I stay home.

I am always there when Jeff and/or the kids get home from whatever.
I make sure school is taught, chores are done, meals are made, fights are settled, peace is restored.
I’m there when a teen is struggling or a toddler needs a bath.
I’m there when the neighbors have issues with us.
I’m there for the temper tantrums (no matter the age).
I’m there to help dig in the couch cushions for .25 cents so I child can get a snack at the gas station.
I’m there for the hugs and kisses and the 'I love you's.
I’m even there for the I hate yous and your such a dorks (yes,I'm the dork they are refering to) and the it's not fairs
I'm there for the I‘m sorrys.
I’m there for the good ,the bad, and the ugly.
The kids and I talk, talk, talk
Not even Jeff has the privileges I do.
Yes, Jeff and I talk, talk ,talk,
and I sew ;~)

Hey! What about my ‘me’ time. My ‘I deserve a break time’.

This is what I do:

I stay at home.

I am always there when Jeff and/or the kids get home from whatever.
I make sure school is taught, chores are done, meals are made, fights are settled, peace is restored.
I’m there when a teen is struggling or a toddler needs a bath..
I’m there when the neighbors have issues with us.
I’m there for the temper tantrums (no matter the age).
I’m there to help dig in the couch cushions for .25 cents so I child can get a snack at the gas station.
I’m there for the hugs and kisses and the I love yous.
I’m even there for the I hate yous and your such a dorks (yes,I'm the dork they are refering to) and the it's not fairs
I'm there for the I‘m sorrys.
I’m there for the good ,the bad, and the ugly.
The kids and I talk, talk, talk
Not even Jeff has the privileges I do.
Yes, Jeff and I talk, talk, talk
and I sew ;~)


In my major imperfect way my life is spent for my family.

But I will rejoice even if I lose my life, pouring it out like a liquid offering to God, just like your faithful service is an offering to God. And I want all of you to share that joy.

Philippians 2:17


My home is were I feel the most comfortable, loved ,useful, important. I do not feel that I am hiding out afraid to face the world. Not at all. Do I feel like a woman locked away longing for a ‘real life‘? No. Am I some sort of martyr? No, not at all. I personally feel that my home, my life is a gift given to me by the Lord. There will be a day when there are fewer kids at home and then God might lead me to other areas of service. But for now, no meeting, or church activity no matter how beneficial to the kingdom of God it is will compare to the importance of being a homebody serving my family.


I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.

John 12:24


Warmly,
A Patchwork Mommy

P.S:

A big reminder.

We are all hand-crafted uniquely by God. Do not let your uniqueness be squashed by thinking you need to fit into (mine) someone else’s way of doing the mom thing. Also, please do not try to fit my family into your way of doing things. We all love our families.We all love the Lord and desire the best for our families. But, We are all different.

What I mean is this: One of you says, "I follow Paul"; another, "I follow Apollos"; another, "I follow Cephas"; still another, "I follow Christ."
Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Were you baptized into the name of Paul? I am thankful that I did not baptize any of you except Crispus and Gaius, so no one can say that you were baptized into my name. (Yes, I also baptized the household of Stephanas; beyond that, I don't remember if I baptized anyone else.) For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel—not with words of human wisdom, lest the cross of Christ be emptied of its power.

1 Cor 1:12-17