When I was 14 years old I received my Patriarchal Blessing. This is a very special blessing for Mormons which is given by a man holding the priesthood office called “Patriarch”. We believe the words spoken by the patriarch come directly from God, exclusively to us. So, it becomes our own personal scripture. The Patriarchal Blessing is considered sacred and personal, so we do not discuss it at length with others.
But sometimes, it is appropriate to share a small piece in order to help teach a lesson or uplift another. So, today I am sharing 7 words from my blessing that became an assignment from God:
“Make your home a heaven on earth.”
Over the years I have interpreted this command to mean;
I would do [at the very least] the following:
Keep my home clean [while singing hymns]
Make homemade bread utilizing my 2 year supply of Food Storage
Gather my family each night around the table to dine together on bread, jam, casseroles, and pie [all homemade of course]
Create a continually contention-free, angelic environment
What I ACTUALLY do:
When visiting or home teachers are 10 minutes away from arrival: Run a vacuum through the living room, and stack all the dishes in the sink.
Buy bread in bulk at Costco. Store extra loaves in the freezer until needed.
Gathering to eat together 1-2 nights a week is deemed a major accomplishment. A “Homemade” meal is interpreted as baking a take-home pizza or grilling up some burgers. [Also, anything that can be microwaved counts as long as it is not too high in sodium, or expired]
Does yelling without using any swear words qualify for “angelic”?
OK…I admit, I am officially a Heavenly Home Fail.
I bow to every woman who can accomplish any one of the “required” feats for a Celestial abode.
I have felt a lot of sadness and shame over the past 25 years of marriage & family for so woefully missing the mark on my assignment from God. 😥
A ray of hope!
The celebrated Spanish writer Paulo Coelho described a very different recipe for success in “making a heaven on earth”.
Hey, my family may have half-scrubbed toilets, endless piles of laundry, frequently express anger or frustration, and will never ever eat a slice of homemade bread unless neighbors take pity and leave some on our porch…
…BUT, perhaps my family and I have actually succeeded, after all, because we are definitely, totally, MUTUALLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER.
Happy Dance! *cue angel chorus* 😀 – MoSop