It’s not business. It’s personal.
Sitting in the middle of loads of laundry, thinking of an exciting way to cook chicken and keeping track of the clock to see when someone has to go to ballet or someone has to be picked up from school, it’s easy to feel forgotten. It’s easy to buy into the worthless lie, the idea that your life is small and insignificant.
But here I read that I am not forgotten, I’m hidden. I’m not insignificant or worthless, I’m being saved and sharpened.
Life is bigger than laundry, dishes and forgotten lunches. Those are the vehicles of my particular sanctification, but they are not the end. To find joy in the folding and drying, the driving and the rescuing- that is me in His quiver learning how to become the woman He needs me to be.