My mom is the queen of organization.
Even with seven kids still at home, her house is always nearly pristine. I say nearly in case she reads this and texts me about stray underwear one of my seven brothers probably has wedged between his bedframe and the wall. But, between you and me, it’s pristine.
I remember one Christmas she was dropping hints left and right about a label-maker. “It would just keep everything so organized!” she sighed dreamily. “We could use it in the pantry –the homeschool room –the….”
“We would all wake up tomorrow morning with our bedrooms labeled,” I quipped. “A place for everything, and everything in its place.”
“We’d all wake up with labels on our heads,” my dad joined in, laughing.
The death of Jordan Edwards is yet another reminder that an honest family meeting to discuss matters of race, ethnicity, and justice is long past due. This conversation needs compassion rather than condemnation.
Being a stay-at-home mom is not your ultimate calling — and nor is being a career woman. You were made for something greater.
Simply telling hurting people “the Gospel is enough” is antithetical to our duty to live out the implications of the Gospel.
I’m sure many could recommend diet and exercise. I’m also sure many can remind you not to give in to vanity. But I only want to offer you encouragement.
As I’ve started writing more, many people have asked how they can support this work. Here’s how you can become a partner.
The timing of our suffering is known by the Lord but often hidden from us. We are left here to trust him as he works all things together for his purposes.