You’re The Only Reason I Keep On Coming Home…

Yesterday I was having a lazy start to the morning.  9:30 had rolled around and there were breakfast dishes to clean, boys to get dressed, and what was bound to be another full day of parenting four 6 year olds ahead.  My instinct told me to feel guilty about putting my feet up on the coffee table and to get busy with the tasks ahead, but still I lingered longer.  The Mumford and Sons Pandora station and morning harmony of the house lulled me to sink deeper in the couch.

It was one of those “front porch looking in moments that transpired next.  Sure it was goofy, hilarious, and completely unplanned, but it was true to life. These are the “home movies” that fill my life, but too often I’m too on task to appreciate their true worth.

Sometimes I struggle on knowing if I have enough worth in this world.  “Am I doing enough that matters?” “Does my life really have weight?” And I fail to appreciate my calling as a mother to these boys.  I longed to be a mother for so long through the struggle of infertility, and God allowed my body to endure four at once.

This truly matters. 

The standing on chairs, pajama wearing, socks on hands, goofy-faced, upside-down silliness is part of it too, and someday without it my silent house will be deafening.  God has called me home for these moments (and the more  serious ones too), and its the reason I’ll keep on coming home. 

{And of course for their daddy too.}

What keeps YOU coming home?