Am I A Failure?

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There was one day, in the middle of it all, when I wondered if I was a failure because here I am writing about homemaking, a lover of homemaking, a studier of homemaking, and yet my home and my heart felt out of control. One of y’all, I’m not sure who, had had to remind me of the truth yet again, and I thought, is this a sign that I shouldn’t be doing this? If everyone has to repeat back to me what I’ve honed and grown in myself, have I really believed in homemaking at all? Surely, I should know all this by now, right? Not have to remind myself of it, and have others remind me of it. It was a good moment of self-examination. I had to ask myself if this was unbelief or finiteness.