"We are doing the small, difficult tasks day by day, one stone at a time. The cathedral builders toiled for years of their lives without knowing whether they would see the finished cathedral - the holy place to which they had given their lives. A homeschooling mother acts on similar faith - adding one small brick at a time - wondering if it makes a difference, if anyone will ever notice, if those small quotidian tasks will ever add up in a meaningful way." - Sarah Mackenzie, Teaching from RestToday was the kind of day where I could not see the cathedral through the rubble, could not even imagine it or picture it in my mind. It was the kind of day that convinces you this pile of stones will never even be a cathedral, but maybe a tomb instead.
You're thinking,"Wow, that's kind of dark," or "Aren't you being a little dramatic, Sarah?" I'm telling you, it was one of those days.
I even hid in the laundry room and cried.
It's over now. I'm the only one left awake in the house and I want to be hopeful. I know in a couple of months or years I will be able to look back and see the work that God is doing. He is cleansing and sanctifying and shaping me through my kids. Through the hard, sometimes endless work of mothering.
Maybe the cathedral being built here is really me. Isn't that a nice thought?