Luckily; I found this poem, Maker of the Home, at Lisa's beautiful and inspiring blog. If I hadn't found this poem, the title of this post would be much more like "How to Run Away From Home". Not quite so fitting for a blog entitled Home Instead. But occasionally I feel like building a Godly home, forming character, raising children, loving my husband, all while having a gentle and quiet spirit is arduous, overwhelming, and sometimes painstakingly difficult and fruitless. I am an introvert by nature. By God's grace he allows me to live out all the "one another" scriptures; forgive one another, love one another, serve one another, be patient with one another, bear with one another,etc. etc. So it may seem like I'm an extrovert. I'm not. Not even a little. There are days when I don't feel like doing any of those things. I grow weary in doing good. I grow weary just being around people constantly. I lose sight of what it takes to build a home and give myself to others. I forget how beautiful it is to share in Christ's sufferings; to pour myself out like a drink offering. Thankfully, Joy does come in the morning and God renews my strength so I can soar high on wings like eagles. I can run and not grow weary, I can walk and not faint. I am in a much better place today. I really enjoyed this poem and reminder.



MAKER OF THE HOME


Little maker of the home,
What do you really do?
When all is said and done,
What will be said of you?
You rise each day just like the sun,
You give your life away,
And tired, you run the course again.

You need to hear Him say,
"Well done,
Oh, maker of the home,
Well done!
You labour not alone.
And though your eyes may never see,
This home you live to make,
You make for Me.

Your life a shadow seems,
Compared to what others do.
But who would catch the tears
And point to Me,
If not for you?
And when they've grown,
Imprinted on their hearts will always be,
How good, how right, to give their lives,
And build a home for Me."

- unknown