It’s not just in pandemics where both/and make more sense than either/or. It’s in all of life. God’s kingdom is filled with the mysterious, confusing, and glorious paradoxes of hope in the midst of suffering, love shown boldly to enemies, and life out of a dead man’s tomb.
This is the most difficult form of housekeeping to me: to make my home a place where others feel they belong.
Many of my moves were brief enough that the impact of not belonging was negligible. At other times, I’ve settled in long enough that it seems like I should feel at home, yet don’t.
I still worry that I’m “unwifeable,” that a home where I am the one taking care of us is a bit too risky.