I learned a hard lesson this past week. Make that LESSONS, in the plural.
All were financial.
All brought me to a place of extreme thankfulness and renewed focus as the keeper of this home.
New circumstances always bring with them a learning curve. Because of not knowing where to do my grocery shopping, I fumbled around and ended up buying groceries at one store for one hefty price. I also realized this week, I could no longer continue with a certain costly curriculum item because it did not share our worldview. Beyond that, there was the digital camera that broke, but would have been returnable had I not accidentally thrown away the receipt.
But worse than these was the passivity and dare I say it, wastefulness, with which I was keeping my home, caring for my realm, tending to my domain.
I had abandoned my budget. I was careless about lights left on, checkbooks left unbalanced, and hearts left unguarded.
Being a homemaker takes creativity.
It takes a woman who knows how to tighten budgets without feeling pinched, feed a family without starving the checkbook, find resources in her own backyard, and create beauty from the ordinary.
As I looked around at the messes I had created, that is what struck me most…my lack of creativity.
You see, when you begin to live on whims and unbridled impulses, you lose true creativity. Most people assume those who live in the moment, who are footloose, fancy free-spirits are somehow more creative than the woman who diligently creates a meal plan, crafts a homeschool schedule that meets the needs of 4 different children, and knows exactly what time baths need to begin in order to have everyone bathed, jammied, and in bed before nine.
But true creativity has a component of crisis.
Necessity in the face nothingness.
Perspective, focused and driven when there is little motivation and even less energy.
The woman who gets up in the morning and greets the day with a sense of stewardship, determination, and thankfulness is the woman who rules her realm wisely.
As I sat amongst my tears over my mistakes and the frustrations that resulted from them, I was blessed by the presence of another godly woman…one who’s creativity and stamina never cease to amaze me. As she poured over unit prices of every single item on her grocery list, deciding which she should keep and which must wait for another day, I quietly resolved to find creative solutions to my problems and continue on with the creativity I had shelved for lack of wisdom and lack of vision.
We’ve all made costly mistakes as homemakers. Some have been financial mistakes. Others have been much worse.
It is for us, Christ died. And He is faithful to refocus our hearts and minds on Him when we meander away.
That night, after I had planned out a way to make the groceries stretch, I had resolved to find a creative way to fix my curriculum woes, and I had found another solution to my camera mishap, I sat down in my chair and read these verses:
My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding, and if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God. For the Lord gives wisdom, and from His mouth come knowledge and understanding.
And I was thankful.