May 18
Finding Stillness When Life Feels Like a Constant Race
I was pouring cereal and signing a permission slip and the dog was barking. That is hurry sickness. Here is what I am learning about slowing down.
Spring · May
from a small garden south of Salt Lake
Family discipleship, honest motherhood, and the slow work of making a home, written at the kitchen table by Melissa Whitaker.
Lately on the kitchen table
read more →A note from Melissa
LDS Family Life is a publication about LDS family life, motherhood, marriage, homemaking, and practical gospel living for families who want faith at home to feel lived instead of staged. I write first-person essays on family discipleship, spiritual formation in ordinary routines, and the pressures families are trying to carry with steadiness and grace.
The sink full of mixing bowls. The garden row that finally came up. The child calling for one more glass of water. The prayer I whisper while scraping plates after dinner. Those are the things that hold a family, and they feel worth writing down before they slip past.
with love, Melissa
Essays
May 18
I was pouring cereal and signing a permission slip and the dog was barking. That is hurry sickness. Here is what I am learning about slowing down.
May 18
The doorbell rang and I was holding a glue stick and dried macaroni. I almost did not answer. That is when I learned what hospitality actually means.
May 18
I found my daughter's journal on the kitchen table. She had written three quiet sentences about God and fear and love.
May 18
I stood in the kitchen Saturday night feeling prepared. Then the toddler found the flour. That is the real Sabbath rhythm.
May 17
The back door opens at 4:03 and the sound hits before the bodies do. I used to meet it with a list. Now I know it needs a landing strip.
May 17
A friend saw the jam smudge on my table and I started to apologize. Then I stopped. She needed to see it.
May 17
We were three sentences into scripture reading when the toddler dumped Cheerios across the floor. This is the messy middle. And it is holy ground.
May 17
Standing at the sink watching my kid trace circles on the window instead of listening to scripture. So I closed the book and tried something different.
May 16
A Lego in the rug, a neighbor at the door, a house that looks lived in. The best hospitality is the kind that doesn't try to impress.
May 16
I was humming in the kitchen making pancakes and my daughter walked in because she wanted to be there.
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