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Wire, Thread, and Little Feet: Creating While Life Happens

Making Room for Creativity in a Busy Home



🕰 We all have the same 24 hours

It’s a phrase we hear often—usually as a way to inspire productivity or push through excuses. But I’ve come to learn that it’s less about hustling harder and more about choosing intentionally.

In Luke 10, we meet two sisters—Martha, busy with preparations, and Mary, sitting at Jesus’ feet. Jesus gently tells Martha that Mary has chosen the better thing. But here’s what I’ve come to discover: Martha’s work wasn’t the problem. Her worry was.



🧺 Homemaking is Worship—But So Is Creativity

Homemaking can absolutely be worship. Cooking, cleaning, folding clothes, and teaching little ones—these things matter deeply. But for some of us, creating is also a form of worship. It’s how we process, how we reflect beauty, how we respond to the world God made.

God is the Creator, after all. When we create, we echo His image.

And yet… creativity often feels like the first thing to cut when life is busy.
But for me, creating isn’t extra. It’s part of how I breathe.



🤹🏼‍♀️“How Do You Have Time for That?”

People say it all the time: “I wish I had time for things like that.”
But the truth is that I don’t “find” time... I make time. And sometimes that means the dishes sit a little longer, or the laundry isn’t folded (especially since my kids tend to pull it all apart again anyway).

I create in corners of time—when the house is quiet for a moment, during nap time, while listening to the bible or a podcast, with my kids, or even while watching tv or movies in the evening.

There are resin pieces curing in the corner while I read with my children. I often bring a project bag when I go out, even if I only use it on the drive. And, in the same way that smokers take a break between thier tasks for a cigarette, I break for crafts. I even dream up new ideas while waiting or standing in line at the store.

It doesn’t mean I’m always doing it well. But it means I’m making space. And if I'm being honest, I struggle to stay focused when my hands are idle. And, what's more is that being in the creative zone is how I find peace and I'd be miserable if I couldn't get there.



🛋 Choosing Rest That Fills

We all rest in different ways. Some go out. Some scroll. Some nap. Me? I make. I unwind with needle and thread, or with beads, resin or with digital designs.

It looks like work, but it restores me.
Sometimes I even scroll—but it’s shop-related, family-related, creative. I just use time differently than some people might expect.



☎️ The Guilt is Real—But So is the Calling

Of course the guilt comes.
Should I be cleaning something? Did I do enough today?
Sometimes it feels like creativity is indulgent—but deep down, I know it’s not. It’s stewardship. It’s response. It’s reflection.

God gave me this passion for making and I don’t want to bury it under an endless to-do list or by trying to reach an unattainable June Cleaver level.


🪡 Make Space Anyway

If you’ve been waiting for permission to make space for creativity in your busy life—consider this it.
Not because it’s easy. But because it’s meaningful.
Not because the dishes don’t matter. But because your soul does.

Make beauty. Reflect your Maker. Even in the mess.



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