Nicole Johnson is a deep thinker. I have seen her at Women of Faith and have a book and a DVD. All her material is worth watching. God has given her an amazing gift.
At the beginning, I thought she was referring to the quiet sacrifice of motherhood, the ‘cathedrals’ under construction being her children. At the end, I wasn’t so sure any longer. But her story works really well as a metaphor for motherhood. It is certainly the case that motherhood is no longer di rigeur in our culture. The principle task in life is defined as finding self-reward in a public profession. Motherhood is considered an option at best, and a waste of life to the extent it becomes the primary focus of a woman.
carl
Who believes that every wife on this board will stand up and deny her husband ever considers her invisible.
btw ... is it just me, or does this woman look exactly like Martha Stewart?
That’s outstanding, and I intend to pass this on. The thought is filled out beautifully in Lewis’ inspired sermon, The Weight of Glory.
Carl, this woman has a beauty that Martha Stewart can only wish for. To put it in the gross terms of the street, Martha Stewart would not make a pimple on her, uh, behind.
desert padre
Smart, cute and deeply faithful wife. Some other guy has it as good as I do! (I agree with agree with desert padre. She is a lot prettier than Martha Stewart.) Thanks, Jackie. Am forwarding this to others.
Come on guys. You can’t see that she’s probably, oh, 20 younger than Stewart? Factoring youth preferance in our society for feminine beauty, I’d say that they are parr. This lovely lady should hope to look like Martha when she hits her sixties. Oh, and Martha has done “hard time”, heh.
Exactly! There’s a hardness about Martha that this lady doesn’t have. And besides, age wasn’t a factor when the claim was made about Martha—can’t up the ante in the middle of the game.
desert padre
My first thought was she looked like H. Clinton, but that was bef I put my glasses on.
I think this was a remarkable little speech, for everybody, but especially for parents.
I find myself fighting tears after watching this (at work - on my lunch break). I am not a “real” mom. I never had children of my own. But God blessed me with a husband who had two daughters, ages 7 & 10 when we met, now beautiful young women of 22 and 25. Know that my tears are not of sadness, but of happiness realizing that God knows even of my own paltry sacrifices made for these girls over the years I’ve been their step-mom, all those sacrifices that never seemed to matter to anyone else, never recognized, invisibile. He saw. He sees. He knows. THAT is a wonderful revelation to the likes of me.
Florida Anglican:
You sound pretty “real” to me.