it seems trivial...the making of a home

When something this tragic  happens in your community, and when it affects so many people that you love, and when it strikes such young and vibrant people...it makes the ordinary tasks of life seem so trivial. So unimportant. So insignificant.

If life is so punctuated, why oh why must we spend time doing the things that seem not to matter? Why do we have to do the things that do not evoke passion? Wouldn't it be better if all our time was poured into hugging and kissing? To sitting together for hours? To going out and doing big things? To saying all the things that we are thinking but can't find the right words or the right time to say them?

And then, in the pause of grief and sadness, I see it- the value of the menial. I remind myself that some of the fullest living happens at home-- not necessarily out trekking across Antarctic (my girls loved following her journey) or swinging from the most awesome rope swing ever (doesn't that look rad??). 

But instead I tell myself that...

scrubbing away dirt,

making clean and folding,

filling bellies,

providing food for imaginations,

stocking up,

the shaping,

 

then the baking,

the washing,

It all matters. It lays a foundation for peace, and wholeness. It provides safety and freedom.  The making of a home is living and important. 

And so we go on...

Comments

[Brooke]

Yes, love this and your insight.
Brooke

[A Facebook User]

Good reminder Libby!

[Sarah]

Beautiful post! Thanks!

[Meredith]

Wow. So simple and honest a post. Applying your insight is going to help bring much joy to my heart now in doing the menial. I will try to smile and take heart in the fact that scrubbing the toilet or folding laundry or making a meal is important. Simple but vital. Thanks so much for opening this young mother's eyes to joys otherwise unseen.