Domestic Titles

I was really torn about what to blog about since I had 2 thoughts that kept coming to me. I also felt they both deserved an entry page of their own...

About 10 days ago, right as I was starting to lose my voice and get nasty sick from walking pneumonia, a couple of college boys knocked on my door. They were there to sell me magazines to help them win some kind of trip and help fund some of their education. I must have been in a good mood because I proceeded to humorly listen to his sale tactics. To make the story short, this guy was slick and I would have given him an A+ for how smooth he was. (Plus he said that his mother homeschooled him.) I liked him right there and then. Then he said what has triggered this whole post. He said something about me being a - now get this..
" A Domestic Goddess!"
I think he caught me by surprise because I wasn't sure I heard correctly.
"Did you say goddess?"
That is exactly what he said. I felt like turning around to see if someone like Martha Stewart was behind me. My kids probably turned to see if someone like Martha Stewart was behind them. He then went to explain what that meant - a homemaker, and that this was what his mother called the blessed profession of housekeeping.
I've reflected on this statement for days. I even read Proverbs 31 to remind myself of this high calling.
God had his reasons for putting that chapter in the Bible. Maybe its because we women go through different seasons in our life and if we didn't have reminders we might get stuck in our ways there. We are reminded that sometime or another we will get gratification from the pursuits of making our house a lovely home. Right now, though sometimes it humbles me to say the least , I'm glad to say that I'm working on making my house a place where mine call it home...sweet home.
And though I'm not a domestic goddess (nor would I ever want to be), they do call my name in love.