What makes a house a home?
People, memories, messes, fights, misunderstandings, prayer, forgiveness, grace..
Books, music, good food, laughter...
Intentional spaces for our family to enjoy.
Ann Voskamp says:
“Mother ducks pick feathers from their chests to line their nests.”
Eyes fixed on a duck breast puffed, mother plunging beak in deep, I question wondering self: “How else did you think nests were lined?”
With leftovers. With feathers discarded, the molted, the not-so-necessary feathers. I thought mother ducks picked feathers up from what was laying about, scraps, lining nests with what simply could be mustered after the fact.
But no. (Is that only the way of human mothers?) No, a mother duck plucks each feather out from the heart of her bosom, warm and soft.
She lines the nest with bits of herself. The best of her, from the deep spots.
She cups her young in her sacrifice.
(You must read this in entirety here. Sobs caught my throat when Ann spoke this at Relevant. Deep sobs from within my own mama-chest up through my throat, hot tears blurring my vision. I did not want to cry, I held the tears back. I wanted to listen and take it in. Such wise words, such relief to hear the truth from another mama who struggles plucking feathers from her breast.)
These mamas pluck feathers from their breast. And do it well.
Enjoy their intentional living spaces:Soulemama's heart of the home
The most beautiful place in my home doesn't consist of a beautifully decorated room or new curtains...
But a place for my children to feel the love of a mama's heart...to be cushioned by the feathers from my breast....
To feel the warmth and love and forgiveness and grace from a cold, hard world.
That is how I intend to make my home.