Sitting in This Mess

I swear to you, a week ago my house was clean. The floors were swept, the beds had clean sheets, my kitchen sink shined. Today, I sit among complete chaos.

The house has looked pretty much like this since Monday. Not only have we been decompressing from the girls’ big show last weekend, we’ve also gone through a few more changes/disruptions in our family routine. The idea of cleaning daunts me daily. 

So, I sit in the mess.

And I’m not really motivated to fix this situation immediately. (Mind you, if you came knocking on my door right now to visit, I would have a different outlook.) I see the stacks of paperwork, the dishes needing to be washed, the coffee stains on the counter. I sigh deeply, then retreat to my bedroom. When my mind is discombobulated, doesn’t it makes sense that the house is also?

The great thing about a cluttered house is I know it won’t be like this forever. As soon as I calm my mind, the energy to tidy returns. Then all is right with the world until the dishwasher is ready to be unloaded or the laundry needs to be folded.

Today in church, Pastor Troy asked us to speak out and share what we were thankful for. I kept silent because people would put me in the looney bin if I said I am thankful for this mess. However…

My mess is temporary.
My mess is inside, not confined to a shopping cart while I live under a bridge.
My mess means I have more than enough to survive.
My mess reminds me it’s time to purge and share with those in need.
My mess, though it doesn’t appear to be so, is a blessing.

It’s been a long week. I think I’ll take a nap. And when I awake, I might tackle the kitchen. Then again, I may just live with this “blessing” for one more night.

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