The Domestic Life

Today I started housesitting for a girl at church in order to raise money for my mission trip. She has me doing normal household chores, like cooking, cleaning, and laundry, or anything else she needs done- and I have to tell you, I love it! There's something therapeutic about doing simple domestic activities and serving someone (and humbling to clean up someone else's mess). It's nice to take a day away from my own goals and my need to accomplish and put my hands to work on simple chores. It allowed me to stop and focus on something other than my own problems- or at least to sort them out while doing the dishes and getting some much-needed perspective on them.

Lately it's been difficult to keep perspective on things. I don't know why. But just when I seem to get out of my slump, something else triggers another emotional response. Someday it will all get better... right? It's not that things are bad. They're just the same. Nothing much has changed, despite my endless prayers. Maybe things are changing more than I realize, and in a few months down the road, I'll look back and realize that nothing is the same at all.

I guess we will see...