I recently read a book called Mere Motherhood (and I really enjoyed it). The title has stayed with me and some days I laugh and think there is nothing "mere" about it. Some of our most normal days are epic, difficult, exhausting. Training up little minds to love God is not for the faint of heart. Or is it? We've had some hard days in our house- grieving, missing loved ones, asking hard questions about sin, about God, about war. Recently one little woman asked why Narnia isn't real, because honestly it seemed so much better than our present world. (She must've forgotten about the whole first part!) In the hard, and in the normal, seeds of truth are planted, watered and nurtured and we pray that God will grow those seeds to flourish and blossom. So though our days this last month have been somewhat mundane, full of dishes and broken appliances, sleep strike toddlers, sickness and worry, we take each moment captive and give it to Jesus. We learn the names of God and take comfort that Jehovah Jirah- God will provide. Emmanuel- God is with us.
We learned to make homemade marshmallows, got to visit my 97 year old Nana and bring her joy, we've bundled up for outside time, baked many cookies, read many books and taken care of 2 sick chickens. We learned colonial dance music, practiced the cornet and clarinet along with our other instruments and have taken to having science experiments on Fridays. This week we found crocuses and snowdrops and listen to the geese returning to the reservoir. We wait expectantly for more normal days and the beauty that is hidden in them.
