I never put much thought into the little everyday things I do. As a housewife, my day includes a lot of small tasks that don't seem significant at the time, but produce big results- sometimes in unexpected ways.
Not in the way of family appreciation- I no longer wait for that particular train to arrive- but in a sense of accomplishment because I know I did a good job. Oh my family appreciates me, but how they express it varies:
I know I've made a good meal when dinnertime is quiet and the pans are empty.
I know I've kept up on straightening when no one breaks a leg when walking in the living room.
I know I've kept up on cleaning by the lack of comments about Buick-sized dust bunnies rolling about like domestic tumbleweeds across the vast expanses of the carpet.
Silence, is indeed, golden.
I used to think no one cared- now I know they don't- unless something goes wrong. Only then do I hear about it. So I've learned that a quiet house is a happy house.
Just because no one notices the little things I do doesn't mean these chores are worthless. Wiping off a counter or doing the dishes does bless the family as a whole, as well as making sure everyone has good food in their bellies and clean clothes- though my son could care less about the latter, I save millions of lives each day from "Toxic Boy Stench" by making him wear the clean stuff every morning.
Picking up shoes and folding throws on the couch isn't a glorious job- it's a glorified one. It's not always easy, or fun, or stress-free, but it's a job that has more benefits than any other job I've ever had. And I've had a lot.
My job makes my family happy, therefore making God happy. And I really want to make God happy- I don't want to be responsible for making Him grumpy. Ever.
God knows what I do is important- I'm the one that tends to forget that fact. So I make posts like these to remind myself and hopefully bless others.
Little chores add up to big blessings- just like a house can only be built one brick at a time!