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With every tear dried, every sleepless night, every dirty diaper changed, every dish washed, and every crumb swept, he is sanctifying me. He is reminding me that I can’t do it alone, I’m not strong enough. I’m not meant to be. It’s not my strength that prevails, it’s His. Where I am weak, He is strong.

For me it’s become a way to take a step back into childhood. To resist the culture of productivity and busyness and simply enjoy the blessings that the Lord has given us!! Does the anxiety come? Yes. But in it I have learned the value of truly taking thoughts captive and surrendering them to the Lord. It’s become less scary, and I too am starting to love our days at home. We’re together as a family, learning the value of rest and slowing down. We’re building the foundation to our home, creating a safe place for our family to grow in grace and character together.

I’m a doer, a driver, an achiever. I wouldn’t say I’m exactly type A (details bog me down), but I was raised to work hard and constantly be on the lookout for ways to be useful, productive, and to grow. Not a bad quality in the workplace…