I’d had the book on motherhood on a shelf for years, unread. A one-word focus on community, a look at my first community–my family– and the steady awareness of the fleeting years of my kids’ childhood became a perfect catalyst to read it.
Chapter 3–an undivided heart.
A wise woman builds her home,
but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands. Proverbs 14:1, NLT
I made a list of words, the difference between the wise woman and the foolish one.
To build, the words: intentional, nurturing, gentle, joyful, wholehearted, obedient, prayerful, unhurried, patient, God-focused, available, attentive.
To tear down, the words: careless, disorganized, abrasive, selfish, hurried, divided, worldly, checked out, worried.
And the difference between the two? The heart.
I considered my own. A season of competing priorities, stress and preoccupation, the dailies of running a household, a growing overwhelm. Were these the things that were dividing my heart? Certainly, they all needed attention–workload, problems, obligations. But were these things becoming bigger than my God?
I needed new perspective, because the one I had left me hurried, worried, irritable and exhausted. It was souring my attitude. I was slowly dismantling my home with my own hands. And the crazy thing? I was hardly aware of it.
With the same demands, one woman can build upon them and another will use them to tear apart her life. Who did I want to be? What would my example sow into generations? What did my perspective say not only of my heart but of my God?
The stresses and demands, the pull of priorities, the problems–they didn’t go away because of chapter 3. But my perspective changed because of God’s word.
(Chapter 3 reference to The Mission of Motherhood by Sally Clarkson. No compensation for mentioning this book.)