Some days are destined for failure, right from the start. Recently, life has been an exhausting freight train of cold coffee, puking kids, messy house, too much laundry, missing chickens, jam that didn’t set, and wasted time. Your days might look a little different, but perhaps you recognize the feeling of desperate, sinking overwhelm.
When David and I were first married, we held our plans loosely. We had plenty of free time, a little bit of disposable income and we were so young! Now, three kids later, we need to be more strategic about the way we live out our days. That’s why we recently sat down to update our family vision and mission statement, as well as our five year plan.
Forming a family vision and mission can sound daunting, but it’s not as difficult as it may seem! In fact, you probably already have some ideas about your own family’s mission and vision. Today’s post will help clarify the difference between a family vision and mission, and help you to create your own family statements.
Valentine’s Day can be a bit of a wakeup call. It’s been six weeks since we made our New Year’s resolutions. While many people seem to be sailing into their glorious, resolution-guided, intentional-habit filled life, I can’t even remember what I said I wanted to focus on this year. Instead, I’m looking ahead to spring, and new and exciting ideas captivate my attention.
Lately I’ve noticed that my priorities have slipped a bit. Like you, I’m busy with a lot of different things that are important to me, and all demand my immediate attention. I’m distracted all the time and I’m staying up too late. In turn, I’m not getting up early, either- on my most successful days, I wake before my children so that I may prepare my heart for the day, read my Bible and pray, and put on my daily “uniform”.
Until the spring of 2010, we had DirectTV with the recording feature. We recorded a few different series and watched them all at once, fast-forwarding through commercials and patting ourselves on the back for saving all that time!
That was the spring when we got hooked on the idea of a boat. We were a young couple with career-track professional roles, living in a neighborhood near a lake and wanted to spend our weekends floating lazily and napping in the sunshine. (Obviously, this was before our children were born! We haven’t had anything similar ever since).
Mending clothing has always fallen into the “I don’t have time” category in my household. Clothing is relatively inexpensive and abundantly available. There are better ways to spend our days than patching holes, right?
The other day, Giggle noticed a small hole in the knee of a pair of leggings. “Uh-oh Mom, you’ll have to buy a new pair.” she immediately said, thrusting the damaged goods onto my lap. It was then that I started to consider whether mending clothing has an intrinsic value entirely separate from time and labor.