The Futility of Housewifery

“I’m still hungry.”

It’s a phrase I’ve grown to dislike. Strongly.

I’ve gone to the work of preparing a meal and cleaning it up; and almost before I can move on to the next part of my day, one of my kids says those three little words: “I’m still hungry.”

Hungry little Isabel eating a pork-chop-on-a-stick at the Iowa State Fair

Hungry little Isabel

But the thing is, they aren’t still hungry. They’re hungry again. Like two hours after I’ve just fed them a complete meal.

And I’ve decided, it’s futility. It’s a chasing after the wind. No matter what I do to try to satisfy the tummies of those growing little bodies, I fail… because they will be hungry “still”–like, in two hours….

And then there’s my house. Even more persistent than the kids’ recurring hunger pangs is the incessant march of my house toward a place of disorder. Dishes are washed to be dirtied again; counters cleared to be cluttered again; floors mopped to be messed again.

From-Order-to-Disorder Collage

From order… to disorder

It’s futility. A chasing after the wind.

But still I chase.

The truth is, final satisfaction cannot be found in this life; and perfect order cannot be obtained on this earth. No one single thing has proved that to me more than motherhood… reason #225 why I’m blessed to be a mom.

The manner in which this life keeps us chasing after the wind… constantly running after these elusive ideals called Satisfaction and Order… it isn’t the way things were intended to be. The very nature within us cries out for something more. Something better.

The Creator of the Universe–the God of order and the One who says, “Whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst” (John 4:14a)–will once again restore perfect order to His creation and bring complete satisfaction to those who love Him.

But not yet. That Day is yet to come. And until then, every day reminds me that THIS… this chasing after the wind… is not all there is.

A day will come. A day will come when hunger pangs will cease and when disorder will be defeated. The beauty of the futility of housewifery is this: it makes me long for that Day.

They will hunger no longer, nor thirst anymore; nor will the sun beat down on them, nor any heat; for the Lamb in the center of the throne will be their shepherd, and will guide them to springs of the water of life; and God will wipe every tear from their eyes. (Revelation 7:16-17)


  1. Vince says:

    Amen, sister!!

  2. Marti says:

    It’s so funny. I was just having this very conversation with Josh. I told him last night that if I could choose ONE job to have done for me on a regular basis it would be to have someone follow behind me cleaning up my kitchen mess. I LOVE creating in the kitchen…the clean-up (never ending clean-up) is daunting. Thanks for sharing!