Nobody really enjoys it. I mean, you might enjoy the feeling when it's done. Clean, organized, laundry and dishes put away. But I don't know anyone who actually enjoys doing it, especially if you're like me, with 2 stepkids who won't do their share without some nagging, and most of it is on your shoulders. 

But I read something somewhere that changed my mindset- and you'll have to forgive me for not quoting the source because I honestly can't remember it. I have a very bad memory. They said you should stop seeing it as a chore, and start seeing it as a chance to show love to those in your household. 

Mind blown. It's crazy how different it feels to do the same stuff now. Do I still get irritated digging clothes out of P's closet floor because he refuses to rehang them when he decides not to wear them? Yes, and I will probably always hate matching socks. But when my husband tells me how thankful he is that I do work so hard to manage the household, I know it makes a difference. 

The point? Well, housework is only one way you can make a difference in the lives of those closest to you. Some people do it in their cooking. Some people do it by working hard to provide a beautiful and comfortable home environment. Housework can be the same because you're providing a much needed service, but maybe you can go beyond just completing the task now. Once you start seeing each thing you do in life, even chores, as a way you can love people around you, you can start seeing how everything you do is that opportunity- loving others.


Intro Letter

It's been on my heart lately to be real.

Real about my struggles, trials, faith and life.

I feel like the world surrounds us with this false advertising, photographic wonderland, a Pinterest worthy life that can't be attained. And we keep reaching for it, because keeping up with the Joneses is almost an Olympic sport these days.

But God didn't promise us an easy life, or a pretty one even, and here on this blog, I won't either. I'm going to play straight because a little more honesty and hope for something better seems to be what a lot of us struggling folks are looking for. 

I'm a vanilla girl. You probably don't notice me in the grocery store with my make up free face, frizzy hair pulled back in a ponytail. I don't have big dreams of being a bestselling author and going on tour around North America. In fact, I'm a pretty major introvert and putting my thoughts on the big blogosphere kinda scares me. You won't see me speaking to thousands or appearing for interviews. I feel like God wants me to share my thoughts and behind a faceless blog is about as gutsy as I can go. 

So I'm sitting here in my plain t-shirt and jeans, nervously jumping in. My most heartfelt dream is that I be remembered as someone who loved others without worrying about protecting myself, because that's the example Jesus set as He walked the face of the Earth. 

And so I hope something I write blesses you and strengthens your faith.