When Katie moved in with us for her senior year, she'd been living here a couple months when another teen in the youth group said, "Katie smells like a Shostak now."
"What?" I said.
"Y'all have this really good smell. Your house, your cars, and each of you smell, well, nice. Makes me feel good."
A friend from college gave me the most wonderful compliment after we moved back near her.
"Being in your house feels just like being at your mom and dad's."
Yesterday in jury picking we each had to stand and say our name, where we lived, and our occupation. Several young women said they were homemakers. That's how I always described myself and after two days away from my home, I'm more convinced than ever that is a correct classification for me. I missed my home. Things were left as they were when I ran out the door each morning. Robert, Lizzy, and Mike all came home from their jobs about the same time I did and that discombobulated me.
Now many of you do great jobs creating homes and working full-time. I know, I've been in your homes. But I don't think I'm that talented.
Mike and I made many choices through the years that allowed me to be here full-time and it truly is my calling. They say when you do what you're meant to do it energizes you.
Being here, making our home, energizes me.
I guess I'm kind of surprised to discover that. I often have felt guilty about being home all the time. Never from Mike. He supports whatever I want to do and is the most helpful husband ever around the house. But when others tell me they wish they could stay home, or when other women talk about their careers, or when folks go on great vacations or send their kids to out of state or private colleges. If I'd been working . . .
I guess I'll just take this jury duty experience and try to gain a new appreciation for what God has called me to be-