Jun 192008
I have a husband who is sick and a little girl who sounds sniffly. I was hoping to go to the church ladies salad luncheon today, to help welcome our new pastor’s wife. Instead I’ll be working at the family business (since my sister-in-law is sick, too) while my hubby rests and babysits our little girl.
Ironic that I read
this article while quietly folding laundry as my baby sleeps? I don’t think so. Probably just God’s way of telling me this is my season of life, this is where my heart and work are to be focused: this rarely quiet, but always peaceful domestic monastery of our home.The lesson was rather that there was something wonderfully right about what his mother had been doing all these years as she lived the interrupted life amidst the noise and incessant demands of small children. He had been in a monastery, but so had she…The domestic can be the monastic.
-Ron Rolheiser, at lifeissues.net