Why Care?

Why do you get up in the morning? Do you love your job? Do you thrive with the challenges of the day?

I can sympathize with a friend who once told me, “I get up to let my dogs out. That’s it.”

The boys had finished with school, the sun was calling us to go outside. We got our gloves (we have stinging nettle all through our garden) and went to the garden. One look told me that we could be there until nightfall and still not make a dent in the weeds. Why bother? We all put in an hour of weeding (that’s all that I could do), and called it a day.

But the thought kept growing in my mind, Why Care? I certainly didn’t, or I would have been more disciplined and stayed out there longer to make it look good.

Sometimes I look at my house with the same attitude. Why bother? It’s a mess. I’ll just shut the door and not use that closet. I’ll just go to another room and not see the dirty dishes. I’ll just…how far can you go before the mess catches you and hits you in the face?

Why care? The answer must be better than to get up for my kids and my husband…because sometimes getting up to listen to one more page of c-a-t, cat, d-o-g, dog is not enough.

I recently read the book Story Craft by John R. Erickson (better known as the author of Hank, the Cow Dog).
He states that authors have a responsibility to write books of beauty because we are made in the image of God and we are to reflect His beauty.
As the saying goes, “God doesn’t make ‘junk.’”

Guess that means we aren’t to be satisfied with ugly, either.
Or my messy house.
Or my weedy garden.
I recognize that in the daily routine of growing children, my house was commonly messy.
I understand the Proverbs “without the oxen the manager is empty.” When you use big animals, you’re going to have a big mess to clean, but it works for you to do a bigger work, so it’s worth it.
Or when I do remodeling, or painting, the mess is bigger before it gets better. That’s to be expected.

Now as my little children have somehow gotten bigger than me, I must re-evaluate what is essential for my time and efforts. The boys clean the house. We are down to only two at home during the day. It’s amazing how the dirt level has gone down (exponentially). So I don’t enforce cleaning some things every day anymore. But that makes it easier to get sloppy in enforcing any ‘clean.’ (Is that why babies of the family tend to be less ‘disciplined’? Their mothers have lost all their energy!)

But one hour of weeding with only three people is not as effective as with five people. We still make progress, but I find myself wondering, do we need this big garden?

Why care?

Some days I feel like I just slop together a meal. It’s gone in 15 minutes anyway. So does it matter?

My motivation goes back to what Erickson said, being made in God’s image and reflecting His beauty. Isn’t that why we notice the beauty of a flower? Or the ugliness of…my closet?

We, as moms, are made to make our homes reflect our God—His order, beauty, and clean. We reflect Him.

I am inspired when I shop with my sister to stores that she likes. They bring calmness, creativity, peace. I like to go to her house where she has tastefully decorated things. It’s like going to an expensive hotel, only feeling at home.

Why care?

Because you can create that feeling of peace, calmness and beauty in your home, too.
It must first start inside, where the attitude says, “I do care, because God made me to be like Him.”
That attitude influences what you do in your corner, your closet, your house, your yard.
You can find the beauty because God has put it there.
You have to let go of the clutter, of what you think is important, and see Him.

Why care?
Because God cares.


What makes you care?

Author of Biblical fiction, married to my best friend, and challenged by eight sons’ growing pains as I write about what matters.

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