Thanksgiving and My Not-So-Pinterest Life


Though it’s a very rare day that I have a cookie in the cookie jar, this post from Emily Wierenga gets a hearty Amen from me. This week is Thanksgiving Break for the Haines boys, and we are setting aside the have-tos to replace them with the get-tos. This week we’ll drink pre-made hot apple cider and scatter legos fro here to kingdom come.

Once in a while I like to set aside a time, an hour, a day, or a week to let BELOVEDNESS be my theme. Please welcome Emily T Wierenga as she reminds us of our belovedness, especially during a week that tends to lean toward work instead of gratitude.

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The cookie jar is empty.

The laundry, piled six loads high on the dryer and the boys won’t sit through homeschool. I didn’t sleep well last night and I haven’t had my coffee and all I can think about is needing to make those cookies. Because what kind of mother doesn’t have cookies in her cookie jar?

I am constantly failing Pinterest’s Martha Stewart standards. I don’t have a chalkboard with tonight’s menu on it — goodness, I don’t even have meat thawing, and it’s day-old Chinese for lunch. Again.

I’m rushing the boys, yelling, taking my pent-up mother-guilt on them, forgetting that home is not a casserole or color-coded towels or clean toilets.

Home is mommy’s arms, is Daddy wrestling with his sons on the floor, is a stack of board books piled precarious on the coffee table because your two-year-old is addicted to building towers.

I don’t have to be a great housewife in order to make a home. It’s not about my casseroles or my manicured lawns; it’s about my state of heart, and unless I am filled with peace and joy, my home will feel distant and cold.

Home is sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor and pulling your boys to you with tears in your eyes and begging them to forgive you for getting stressed out over an empty cookie jar.

Because your life is beautifully full.

And you sit there for a while, a tangle of arms and hearts.

It’s taken me 33 years to find this place with the broken doorbell and the dirty door mat. I traveled the globe searching for it. Because we’re all, deep down, searching for our Father’s house—our eternal dwelling.

Home is a place for the broken to break bread. And in my traveling I learned the comfort of a cooked meal, of a welcome mat at the door, of family’s open arms, and when my Mum got sick with brain cancer I returned to take care of her and found God at her bedside. In the eyes of a woman who homeschooled me, who baked bread every week, who made home for me.

How about you friends? Do you feel the pressure to keep your cookie jars filled, your floors squeaky clean, your laundry neatly folded and put away? Can I say something to you, if you do?

Stop! Stop, and rest. Because friend?

You are more than your clean floors. You are more than your folded laundry or your stocked shelves. You are more than the role of Mom or Homemaker or Wife. You are a woman. You are an intricately designed creation woven in your mother’s womb, whose hairs are counted by the Maker of the Universe. You are loved.

Our lives are not Pinnable. They’re messy, with peanut-butter fingerprints and toy cars and runny noses. And you know what? They’re perfect.

Because in the end, it’s the family that makes the picture, not the frame.

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Emily T. Wierenga is an award-winning journalist, blogger, commissioned artist and columnist, as well as the author of five books including the memoir, Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look (Baker Books). She lives in Alberta, Canada with her husband and two sons. For more info, please visit www.emilywierenga.com. Find her on Twitter or Facebook.

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2 Comments

Jenni DeWitt
Reply November 24, 2014

Well, I guess I needed a good cry, because reading your post I got one! What a sweet reminder, and with perfect timing as the demands we place on ourselves mount for the holidays. As I read, I pictured the instant forgiveness I see in my boys' eyes when I apologize for such things as stressing out over empty cookie jars. That instant forgiveness could be an entirely other post all in itself, don't you think?! Thanks for sharing your heart with us. Can't wait to check out your blog too!

Jenni DeWitt
Reply November 24, 2014

Oh no, the link in Emily's bio to her blog doesn't work! I'm sure I can find her through links on Facebook, but just wanted to let you know.

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