Bear with me for just a moment while I think out loud.
So what I thought I'd do by giving myself an ultimatum is be able to meet it. It's not working
I really liked the idea of an Etsy shop. Tlhe brass tacks of technological interactions have popped my bubble, and the already-well-made things that exist have pretty much convinced me just to make for mine. I still like the idea of trading these things I have, these things I like, for money, money to pay for this space, for childcare, for the new water system on Hawley Road.
But if it's the money that's important, I could as easily return to my other calling. Renew my license, my insurance, let people know I'm back in business.
And still there is a voice that is quietly saying, Stay home. Make it work. Be their mother. Learn with them what it is to be a family, what it is to create a home, what it is to be together in Love.
I'm not sure those things are mutually exclusive, but I don't know that I have enough concentrated focus to do both.
John's sermon last week was about using our given talents to be God's voice, hands, presence in the world. Advent is here.
And somehow these all have to do with each other.
