I found this prayer, written by William Barclay, in a small treasury of poems and thoughts on the home. It has touched my heart, convicting me and inspiring me. May it bless you as well.
“O God, help me always to remember that You have given me the most important task in the world, the task of making a home.
Help me to remember this when I am tired of making beds, and washing clothes, and cooking meals, and cleaning floors, and standing in shops. Help me to remember it when I am physically tired in body, and when I am weary in mind with the same things which have to be done again and again, day in and day out.
Help me never to be irritable, never to be impatient, never to be cross. Keep me always sweet. Help me to remember how much my husband and children need me, and help me not to get annoyed when they take me for granted, and when they never seem to think of the extra work they sometimes cause me.
Help me to make this home such that the family will always be eager to come back to it, and such that, when the children grow up and go out to their own homes, they will have nothing but happy memories of the home from which they have come.
This I ask for Your love’s sake. Amen”
“His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or storytelling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.” ~J.R.R. Tolkien
Oh, how I long to make this my home…a place where my family is fed well…where they can stretch out between clean, crisp sheets at the end of a long day….and awake to gentle music and the smell of muffins baking…a home where working together is a means of accomplishing the necessary while at the same time having fun…a place where we can all cuddle together on the couch and eagerly listen to a story being read aloud…where singing and music is a way to express what is in our hearts…where it is okay to be quiet, and simply reflect….
However, the reality is that my children love eating ramen noodles for lunch, they are using sleeping bags instead of sheets right now, if they smell anything when they wake up, it is probably the burnt tater tot on the bottom of the oven, chores are dreaded, cuddling on the couch brings squeals of “move over…get off my foot…ouch, your elbow is in my side”….and there is very rarely a quiet moment to even think about thinking…
Nonetheless, it is good to keep this beautiful image in my heart, because it gives me something to work for every day, finding areas in which I can make our home “more perfect”….