There are everyday chores that I didn't do much of for weeks while traveling. (Let's be honest, didn't do much of also while living with friends.) Washing, meal planning, cooking, tidying up a house. When these simple acts are done with love and consistency I believe that they bring peace to a home, as mundane as they can seem in the moment.
Of course, peace is not relative to a specific location, I know this. But at the same time it is nice to have your own location to create and work out of...and that is what I look forward to, perhaps long for.
Sometimes I feel that life, in this time in history that we are currently in, takes an extra measure of intentionality to be a family that moves forward together. I think the family unit far too often seems segregated. I do find it to be one of my highest priorities to see us as a community that is truly in life and mission together. Though I have to remind myself of this quite often. Like today. Love must be in the actions, even in the unknown of life.
I had this quote above my kitchen sink in Princeton and I will continue to hold to it as a wonderful reminder of how the often mundane tasks have incredible influence on the life of a family.
"If we are willing to make the extra effort required to share a common meal, then our lives are richer as we break bread together; family solidarity is built." (Cynthia Lair in Feeding the Whole Family)
(There are many details involved in renting a place in Christchurch right now. For those who pray, will you pray along with us for a home?)