I got upset with someone I don’t know and will never see again. On an airplane. She and her husband were going to Chicago.
We visited. I asked about her world and her husband’s. Basic. She is very proud of her husband and their two Junior High School kids. Nothing more.
I then asked, “What about you?”
She muted, looked down, muffled a cough with both hands, almost whispered, “I’m just a housewife.”
Closed her eyes.
She looked at me (finally), a slight smile, a stronger voice, “Guess that’s something.”
“Ma’am, so much more than something. For you and your family that’s everything…please know the great value in your vocation in being a housewife. The word ‘just’ has no value. Good for you for caring for your home and family. Home-maker is essential.”
On with the day…as often as possible don’t use “ just” and know being a home caretaker…ah, the joy and value…early on, I loved driving my sons to their piano lessons. Plus, I was a pretty good car pool driver.
A second blog for today—ideas happen in the car dealer waiting room!
I love the writing of Harlan Coben. In the novel Don’t Let Go, this is said,
“There are good days and bad days. I look at each day as good if you do the right thing.”
To me, MHM here, that is so very profound, deep and true. Most of us look at the results to verify our feelings or maybe more, justify them. So much better to make the results secondary. Such good medicine to keep depression from clawing us in a pine box. Sure, results can mess with us. But stand on your goodness and courage and heart and values ultimately. Do the right thing.
End of homiletic notions for today