Nobody is ever going to look at my house and say, 'My, what a lovely home!' And nobody is ever going to look at my house and say, 'Wow. You are an amazing housekeeper.' And nobody is ever going to look at my house and say, 'This looks fabulous! You always have things spotless and in their places.' And if anyone said my house looked like a magazine spread, I'd know they had mistaken me for someone else.
But a friend came to visit this week and after she left, she emailed me and said that despite having 8 kids, my house is so peaceful and has a calming influence, and she didn't want to leave, and her kids prayed the next day that they were so grateful to have been able to come to our house.
I had been feeling like such a failure for my housekeeping "skills" (hahaha). But, given the choice, I'd rather be praised for having created a calming, loving sanctuary where people feel safe and loved and rejuvenated and don't want to leave because of how they feel when they are here than being praised for having a "lovely home."
As wonderful as pretty spaces are, safe spaces and heart-lifting spaces are so much more valuable.
Perhaps I am not such a failure at houses after all.