Between God and Those Amish Books...

...I don't stand a chance.

You may be able to tell from some of my previous posts, but God is really working on me about being a homemaker.  I suddenly have this desire to be home more and to really pour myself into create a loving, welcoming environment for my guys.  Add to that the Christian fiction books I have been reading about the Amish community, and I worry that I may look in the mirror one morning here soon and see Caroline Ingalls staring back at me.

I don't mind the changes, really.  It's just that they are...changes.  And I have a "no growth" policy that clearly translates into "no change".  But I find myself liking things that I always dreaded.  I actually desire to cook.  I used to just desire Big Mac meals.  (With a Coke and barbecue sauce for the fries.)  So far this morning I have put dinner in the crock pot, cooked and refrigerated the taco meat for tomorrow's dinner, and I just blended up the finely aged bananas and put half of the banana goo in the fridge to make banana bread later today and froze half of the goo to make banana bread at some later date.  

What is happening to me?

To be honest, a lot of this is out of necessity.  If I want to stop eating out (which inevitably leads down the slippery slope of less money and more bloating) I need to make some changes.  (Gulp.)  And I am feeling so passionate about homemaking that I find myself excited about cooking and preparing meals early and freezing dinners.  Don't get me started on all the organization projects I have swirling around in my head.  Yikes. 

But this morning, I feel such a sense of accomplishment.  And to celebrate, I am off to play Wii tennis with my boys.

(Guess I'm not all that Amish after all.)