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Mexican food fanatic.
Friend who believes
your whole soul matters.
Homemaker & Writer.

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I Love Doing Dishes, But That’s Not What Makes Me a Home Maker

It’s true.

The year we lived without a dishwasher converted me. Not to say I don’t use the one we have now. I do. And it’s glorious.

But there’s something wonderfully cathartic about using hot water and soap and hands to transform what’s dirty to what’s clean. There is work and progress and it never ends but it’s oddly satisfying.

I feel the same about cleaning bathrooms. How you can always see what you’ve improved and know you’ve made your world a safer, more enjoyable place for everyone to live.

But these have nothing to do with why I stay home, why I make home.

Sure, it helps that I’m not one who dreads every shred of housework, though I do have my Everests, like ironing and floors.

But what’s really worth making is not a house, but home. Not a physical space except where the physical fosters the growth of the relational.

The further I get into this home making life, I’m finding that home is all about people, relationships, belonging.

Home started in a Garden where man and woman walked in perfect togetherness with God, and Home ends in a City where God makes His very own home with His Bride.

So what I do in and for and through my life in the in-between? Make home.

Because what is Home, really? It’s where Jesus rules and reigns in joy unending and we are fully known and fully loved and fully embraced.

So making home means making space for the people around me to find in Jesus the only true Home for their souls.

Most days this includes laundry and dishes and bottom-wiping, yes.

But every day it requires centering my own soul on the Home for which I’m truly longing, and looking for ways by which I might invite the souls around me to come nearer to Jesus.

Suddenly, being a home maker is less about the intersection of maid and childcare worker and chef and chauffeur, and so much more about the intersection of woman and spiritual mother and friend and counselor and hospitality executive.

Making home is centered on relationships, not to do lists.

Making home is a high calling, not a settlement for the less qualified.

Making home requires excellence, not primarily in menial housekeeping, but in soul searching, keeping, growing.

Sure, I want a house where all the stuff of dust and dishes and dirty clothes is cared for so that people are the real focus. I want meals that nourish bodies so that souls inhabit able flesh. I want all that’s physical to serve the spiritual, relational, eternal purposes of pointing my people toward Home.

That my heart and house might echo the invitation of Jesus to belong with Him forever.

May our entire lives be given to making a foretaste of our forever Home.

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