god – The Self Cleaning House

🪴 What Is Home, Really?

I’ve lived in many different houses over the years. Some were new, some were beautiful, some were fixer-uppers, and some held more love than square footage. And through it all, I’ve learned something simple but profound:

Home isn’t a building.

It’s not the furniture, the fresh paint, or even the smell of cookies baking in the oven (although that helps! Let’s be honest!).

Home is a blessing you create with your presence.

People often say, “Home is where the heart is,” but I believe it’s more than that.
Home is something you intentionally build—with time, with love, and with prayer.

🕯️ What Makes a Home a Blessing?

🧺 1. Home Is Felt, Not Just Seen

Every home has a feeling. Have you ever walked into someone else’s house and sensed something immediately? Maybe peace. Maybe warmth. Maybe stress or chaos. There’s always a “vibe,” and it speaks louder than any décor.

The feeling of your home matters more than how picture-perfect it looks.
It’s not about perfection—it’s about peace. It’s about creating an atmosphere of love and grace.

I remember when my kids were younger, ours became “the house” in the neighborhood. The one where all the kids gathered. They played basketball in the street, bounced on the trampoline, soaked in the hot tub, and piled into the kitchen for snacks.

It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t perfect.
But it felt good.
It felt safe.
And that told me—I was doing something right.

🌼 2. You Don’t Have to Have It All Together

Let’s be real: there were days when the toys were everywhere, dishes were piled high, and I felt like I was failing at everything.

But my kids?
They didn’t remember the mess.

They remembered how I tucked them in.
They remembered the bedtime prayers, the silly stories, the warmth and laughter.
They remembered the love.

A perfect home isn’t one without clutter—it’s one filled with connection.

💛 3. Home Is Where Love Is Practiced

Home is where we practice grace. Where forgiveness gets worked out in the little moments.

It’s where socks get folded with prayer.
Where meals are made with tired but loving hands.
It’s where we learn to trust each other, where we fall and are helped back up again.

And above all—home is the place where we invite Jesus to dwell.

🪞 You Are a Home-Maker in the Holiest Way

Dear Mom, you are creating a blessing every time you make someone feel safe.
Every time you speak life over your family.
Every time you show up with love—whether through a hot meal, a clean shirt, or a quiet hug at the end of a long day.

That’s home.
And it matters more than you know.

What does home feel like to you today? Leave a comment—I’d love to hear your heart.

“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.”
— 1 Peter 4:10 (NIV)

I know laundry has a bad rap.
It’s never-ending, and most people don’t enjoy doing it. But I don’t mind it—actually, I quite enjoy it. It’s relaxing. It’s satisfying. You can do other things while the clothes are in the washer. Our great-great-grandparents didn’t have that luxury, so thank you, Jesus, for technology! I like the challenge of getting a stain out. I like seeing the row of clean shirts hanging in the laundry room.

The Summer of Scratchy Towels

I especially love hanging clothes outside in the summer when I can. My kids used to joke (or maybe it was complaining??!) about “scratchy towel season!” Hey, it was a free exfoliation to use those towels!

But oh, that smell of clothes dried in the sun—there is nothing better.

Blessing My Family One Sock at a Time

I didn’t always love folding clothes. But over time, I began to appreciate the simple rhythm of it—folding things neatly, matching socks, stacking fresh towels. It became a quiet, sacred moment in my day.

When my kids were young, I’d fold their laundry and think about them. And then I began to pray for them.

🧺 “A pair of jeans became a prayer for strength. A favorite T-shirt, a prayer for protection at school. Pajamas, a blessing for sweet rest.”

I wanted to bless them—not just with clean, wrinkle-free clothes, but with the covering of a mother’s prayer. Blessing My Family One Sock at a Time

The Hidden Ministry

It wasn’t glamorous. No one saw it.
But God did.

✨ “And He taught me something powerful: sometimes ministry isn’t loud or public. Sometimes it’s whispering blessings over a sock.”

The Season of Two

Now, my kids are grown. It’s just my husband and me in the house.
But I still fold his socks with love.
I still pray over the man who wears them.
The prayers are different now—sometimes deeper.
And they still matter.

Laundry as Love

Those everyday chores—the ones that feel endless and stuck on repeat—are actually acts of service.
A quiet ministry.
A blessing to those we love the most.