Your Home Matters ... Even When It Feels Chaotic
Do you wish your home were more peaceful?
I sure did when all six of my kids lived at home. Even when only two were left, it still wasn’t peaceful the way I wanted it to be.
You see I wanted everyone to get along and like each other. All. The. Time. I wanted an easy, stress-free life at home. Truth be told, my heart’s desire was for my children to be more like adults even when they were little. And that’s foolish because not even adults get along well, right?
Families are messy because people are broken and sinful and full of flaws. So how could we possibly have perfectly peaceful relationships, especially with family members?
The home that Dennis and I created was not a peaceful home in the way I imagined it to be, but it was a stable and mostly healthy home because we kept the main things the main things.
Our main things were and still are:
· Never doubt God’s good, sovereign control, even when life makes no sense. Seek Him and grow in love for Him every day.
· Keep relationships open and real. Relationships matter more than how my house looks.
· Always practice forgiveness, even if you have to apologize and help your kids apologize and ask for forgiveness a hundred times a day. Learning how to forgive is more important than feigned peace.
· Remain teachable, even when you don’t want to learn another thing. To stop growing is to start dying.
My lifelong love of reading books has helped me remain teachable. One of my mentors, via her writing, was Elisabeth Elliot. She said in an interview on FamilyLife Today that submission in marriage was something she struggled with every day! And she was in her 70’s when she said that!
Seriously?
I was shocked because I assumed she’d have conquered that marital conundrum much earlier in her life. She was a spiritual giant to me. Her admission shattered an idealistic notion I had of eventually arriving at a level closer to perfection, which would equal everlasting marital peace.
Though I was shocked I was also greatly comforted that my marital struggles at 40-something were not unusual. Elisabeth helped me see some of my thinking was still rooted in the wrong soil.
Pondering that revelation in the days that followed reminded me that learning to follow Jesus, learning to live the Christian life as He intends, is never done. Therefore perfect peace at home is impossible, and that’s okay. Conquering struggles will only happen in heaven.
My responsibility today is to give thanks and surrender to His work in my life, for I cannot produce change on my own. And sometimes I have to surrender to His ways multiple times a day.
My oldest daughter, Ashley, and I were talking one day about how unpeaceful her home is, and it’s not surprising; she has seven boys. Loud, sword-fighting, nerf-gun-warring sons, the oldest ones then in the crazy-schedule days of school sports, clubs and after-school activities.
She told me she was learning that real peace in her home must start in her heart even if it never reigns in anyone else’s. If she is at peace, a moment-by-moment necessity, then she is less stressed by the ever-present chaos. She is also less likely to react selfishly to insults and is more likely to respond in grace when it’s needed.
Oh, I wish I had been that wise when I was her age with one less kid.
Ashley is focusing on the main things: loving God, learning with her kids how to do healthy relationships, and always growing. And her house looks like it too, meaning it’s a mess most of the time. She would agree. Her kids are learning what it means to forgive, to give grace and to trust God in all circumstances, not how to tip-toe at home so they don’t mess up mom’s perfectly arranged living room.
Home matters because it is God’s intended birthplace for faith. The family is God’s favorite school for character education.
Your home matters too. Because nurturing those eternal relationships is the most important work a woman can do.
Well, said. Looking back, (a long way) those days passed all too quickly! Much thanks to God who was and STILL is good today.