The kitchen is the center of the home. In my home, there is only a great room which means it's living room, dining room, and kitchen all in one, and I like it that way. I can't let the dishes pile too high or they will spill over onto the couch. The smell of cookies baking or dinner cooking doesn't have to waft too far to fill the house. The living room is also my office which is the recliner in front of the fireplace where I do my writing. I hope my home is an inviting, cozy, homey, pull-up-a chairy, sit-a-spellish, kind of abode.
"One day I was busy with my work and thinking and communing with Jesus, for I found out that it was not necessary to be a nun or be isolated away off in some deep retirement to have communion with Jesus; but, though your hands are employed in doing your daily business, it is no bar to the soul's communion with Jesus. Many times over my wash-tub and ironing table, and while making my bed and sweeping my house and washing my dishes I have had some of the richest blessings. Oh, how glad I am to know this, and how many mother's hearts I have cheered when I told them that the blessing of sanctification did not mean isolation from all the natural and legitimate duties of life, as some seem to think. Not at all. It means God in you, supplying all your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus; our need of grace and patience and long suffering and forberance, for we have to learn how not only to bear, but also to forbear with informities of ourselves and others as well."