It is morning in my house, and everybody is sleeping. While I am relishing in the fact that my home is quiet and I still have 20 minutes to myself before the kids wake up, and the day begins to sing its tune. So I decide to get up and pour myself another cup of coffee, or should I shift to tea. After all, my girls love hot tea in the morning. I decide on tea and get ready to continue with some quiet reading, when this feeling just comes over me. It’s like a blanket of contentment. An understanding that I am living a life of privilege just covers me.
I stand there in awe. I am privileged. Not because I hold on to any wealth, because I don’t. Or because I hold a high status of any kind, because I am a nobody. I don’t get to travel the world on a whim, but that would be amazing! The reality is, I am privileged to stand in my kitchen with a cup of coffee or tea, while my little ones sleep. The fact is they will soon wake up, and I will get to feed them food the Lord has provided. That they will get to stay in their pajamas this rainy day as we get to settle into homeschooling, together, and jump into the adventure of learning what the Lord has in store for us.
We as a family are blessed that my husband has a great job that affords me to be home with our children, to train them up to be Godly people in this world. What a blessing this truly is! I get the strength from the Lord and wisdom, His patience, His joy, His everything to be a teacher and watch His little people grow and learn. Its truly a life of privilege that I have, because honestly, even on our worst day. I would not change a thing!