Five Minute Friday: Home

Do you have a few minutes to join in the fun? Do you want to write for the love of writing on one given prompt. Really, it is great and if you want to join in, you'll find the link up here for Five Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo's place. 

Officially, the rules are:

1. Write for 5 minutes (A few weeks ago, I made this confession that I don't always exactly keep to the five minutes. )

2. Link up at Lisa-Jo's  and invite others to join in.

3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...

And the Five Minute Friday prompt for this week is : Home

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We come in from a morning walk and my children spill themselves on the living room floor with a rainbow of markers strewn around them, colouring, leaning in, listening as I read the next chapter in 'Anne of Green Gables'. 'All things great are wound up with all things little" is how the chapter begins.

Just the words I needed to read. We have a great and amazing responsibility here. And yes, it is wound up with the little things that we do for our loved ones in our homes. I was reminded just the other night, here with a dozen other mothers gathered together in this same room, that we, as mothers, set the atmosphere in our home. But, so often we lose sight of the great thing because we are deep in the tedious routines of the moment by moment. But is it the little things that we do, the little self sacrifices that make a difference in the greatest thing.

The very next day, I was at my assessment for a lung rehab exercise program and I just couldn't resist. The therapist, she asked me, "Do you think that your chest problem will get better?" Although I have been told countless times that it is not going to happen, I said "Yes" and after a very brief pause continued on with, "But, not on this earth."

She looked up from her stack of paperwork and looked me straight in the eye. I knew she knew what I was referring to, I just didn't now if she thought I was crazy or if she knew this same resurrection hope.

It is easy to get bogged down in the little things. But this is the thing: when we remember that this is not our home, that we are not just feeding little bodies, but feeding souls and making disciples, our role as mothers boasts of great things and brings us much hope.

How we need to fix our eyes on things unseen for that is where our hope is.

For home is where our Hope is.