More on Building

Wasn't I just trying to talk about this? Ann Voskamp says it better here.

A Little Stone, A Little Mortar

"How you build this, Mommy?" Davis asks, rolling around on the floor at my feet like an oversized puppy.

"Build what?"

"This house. How you build this house for us?" He looks up at me with his big brown eyes full of confidence that I made this place. Made it for him with my hands. I tell him that I didn't, but then I think maybe that is not totally true. I am a home-maker, right? The home that I make is for him and her and her and him. And Him.

There are so many ways that I do set the walls in place everyday. And I can certainly poison the air with my impatience or ugly attitude if I let down my guard. Now that our home is a school, too, everything seems more consequential.

All these little eyes on me. And I am charged with lifting mine and theirs everyday.

I don't have the knowledge or the skills equal to the task of building a house or a home. It's a good thing I'm not operating out of my own strength.


In the mundane tasks of living
In the pouring out and giving
In the waking up and trying
In the laying down and dying

That's a little stone that's a little mortar
That's a little seed that's a little water
In the hearts of the sons and the daughters
The kingdom's coming
Sara Groves, Kingdom Comes