homemaking as art.

God has been speaking quietly to me again. Tasha, keep your heart at home.

Each place I've gone, (Above Rubies Retreat, Bible Study, friends house for dinner...) I have seen, heard or felt a call to creatively and diligently run my home.

Don't get me wrong: I would have said this before! But now I am seeing it more a "calling" from my King.

I've come to love the little things around the house. Washing dishes has become a task of diligence. It's my chance to work hard! Creating meals that are balanced and attractive has become an art form. Making a menu has been my art class, as I try out new designs to decorate the pages that will be pinned to the fridge.

And my garden. I realized, after talking to my husband, that through all my medical things, I'd become lazy! I tried to tell him about the gardens I had done in the past. His comment was, "I just don't know if we can be disciplined enough..." *gasp* Lord, forgive me! This used to be my strength and now my husband doesn't even know that I possess it! So, I've gotten to work. And I can tell! I'm stronger and have a lovely tan. And I've remembered the feeling of dirt under my nails and calluses on my hands.

It's an adventure. And I've loved every minute of it. It's great fun to fall asleep on the couch because I'm so exhausted.

Not to mention, I still have plenty of time for the things that I love. I read a book yesterday. I've been writing pages and pages on my next book. I've painted pictures, started sewing cloth napkins, visited friends and made bread. (My bread making is kind of a chance to do art... Never is a loaf the same at our house!)

It's been beautiful! God has blessed me. And, I've fallen more in love with my husband. (that was just a little added plus!) Working together is the best thing any couple can do, I believe.