Honoring God by loving my husband...

I am now a full time homemaker and want nothing more than to honor God's order and show my husband how much I love and appreciate him and the work that he does.  Each day I wake early and make breakfast for my husband and three children, start the laundry, help the kids get ready for their day's and once the older kids are off to school and my husband off to work I clean my home, bake fresh snacks and cook homemade meals for the family.  So, why is it that people in the world see this and assume that my husband is some how demanding too much or treating me poorly by putting expectations on me?

Just yesterday I was sharing with my mother how much I have accomplished in the home since I have quit my job and her response was "I don't like the way your husband treats you", meaning he expects too much.  We clearly have differing perspectives on this subject.  I feel it is an honor to serve my husband and family in this manner.  My husband provides for the family by working out of the home, my contribution is to work in the home.  By submitting unto my husbands requests I bring honor to God.

If I am truly honest it has been a long time since I have felt like I have been living a life that brings honor to God.  I have been so caught up in the chaos of everyday life that I have not taken the time or even given any effort into bringing honor to God and in return honoring my husband and myself.  Over the last couple of years I have felt like I lost myself.  I have a calling on my life to serve and honor God, a calling which I have ignored for the past several years, but I feel now that I can no longer ignore God and serving him starts with serving my husband.  It may not always be easy to do, but I feel that this is my place in life.  By serving my husband and keeping myself submissive to God, God is able to teach me and help me to grow spiritually, which reflects on every part of my life.

Showing honor and love to my husband, myself, and my children by serving God in this capacity is a choice.  A choice that I choose each day, moment by moment.  It is not a burden.  It is not my husband expecting too much from me.  It is not unreasonable to want to serve in this capacity.  Love is a choice, one that you choose to show by your actions each day, moment by moment.

May the Lord God Bless you and keep you, continuing to show each of us His love by teaching us how to live for Him daily.

A new page in life...

So, I couldn't wait another 15 work days to be home with my family, so I turned in my keys today and called it quits.  I feel like a huge burden has been lifted from my shoulders.  My baby is still sick, but knowing that I don't have to leave her while I go to work gives me great peace.

Today, my first day back as a full time homemaker I have successfully managed to do the laundry, make fresh bread, a great pot of chicken stew for dinner and spend time cuddling my baby girl.  My husband came home to a clean kitchen and the smell of fresh laundry.  I feel like me again for the first time in a long time, tired, but finally myself again.

Tomorrow both my older children will be at school and I will be home alone with my toddler and then the adventure truly begin's.  Here is to great new beginnings!

Today being a mother consists of holding my toddler through 103 degree fever and horrible cough that I am sure hurts her chest... but the doctor say's it's just a virus and there is nothing they can do for her.  My heart breaks a little each time she cries and will surely be broken tomorrow when I have to leave her to go to work.  I stayed home on Friday to be with her and take her to the doctors office, but am sure after how much work I missed last week that staying home another day is not an option.  Only 15 more days of work and then I can stay home with her for good.  I am counting the days...