Keeping A Home Is An Act of Gratitude
When I would spend Friday nights at my Mimi's house, I would be pleasantly greeted on Saturday mornings with the smell of pancakes. The smell would get me out of bed faster than anything in the world. I would also see her cleaning supplies laid out and ready to be used on the kitchen table. In other words, I was getting a great breakfast but also going to be making use of those supplies right alongside her.
Both her and my Papaw worked full-time so she would clean her house every Saturday without fail... then we would go shopping but that is unrelated. 😉 My Papaw would clean up the breakfast dishes and then she would get to work folding laundry, cleaning bathrooms, and washing windows. Her house was always clean and I would give anything to spend one more Saturday watching her clean. She hummed constantly as she worked and there wasn't a lazy bone in her body. They worked hard all of their lives.
She would always give me a dust-rag to dust her wood-paneled end-tables in their cozy den where they spent most of their evenings watching the History Channel or Dancing With The Stars (her favorite). I would remove all of her bibles, books, and newspapers so I could spray a line of wood cleaner down the center of the tables to wipe away all of the dust that had gathered. I loathed dusting but each time I dust my own home now I think about her.
Her generation took care of their things, especially their homes, and I believe we can learn a lot from their generation when it comes to taking care of our homes.
I believe keeping my home is an act of gratitude to God. He has so graciously blessed me with a home so I want to take great care of it. I want to be a good steward of what He has blessed me with (in all areas of my life). I don't want to abuse it, lazily neglect it, or take it for granted.
What about you, friend?
Society pokes fun at homemakers as if it is a shameful thing to take care of your blessings. To me keeping my home clean and inviting to others is not only an act of gratitude to God but an act of service to my family.
Just as my Mimi always diligently took care of her home, (while raising grandkids and working full-time outside of the home might I add) I want to take care of mine. No matter how small or large your home is, you can take care of it. We should be good stewards of all of our blessings (both physical and spiritual) and that doesn't mean our homes have to look magazine-worthy at all times (kids, pets, and real-life happen in homes and those are what make them beautiful). Being a good steward means we work hard to take care of our spaces because they keep us warm and safe with our loved ones under the same roof. Everyone pitches in here at the Burchette household because we want our kids to take pride in their work and to take care of their things.
When Mason and I first got married we lived in a treehouse. This was before tiny homes were the "cool" thing to live in might I add. We didn't even have a bathroom so we would walk down to my sister and brother-in-law's house to shower. It wasn't ideal and it was temporary but we still took care of it. We didn't trash it or lazily let it go... we took care of it knowing that some people don't even have a treehouse to call home.
May we be people who take care of our homes as an act of gratitude to God for the blessings He has bestowed upon us.