As I was scrolling through my facebook feed this week, I happened upon a post from a former co-worker and friend of mine. I noticed she’d posted pictures of different rooms in her house, all in different stages of “messiness,” (her words, not mine). The pictures are what beckoned me to read on. Inspired by her words, I asked permission to share them with you. Here is what she wrote:
I was talking with my wise friend, _______, this weekend about my messy house/car, lack of cooking and overall frenzied pace. She encouraged me, and I’m passing it on, that at least we are present in the moment, and the rest doesn’t matter. I walked around the house yesterday and just took pictures. Once I was done, I was reminded of just how beautiful our “messy” lives are: a science project (and parts all over the place), decorating a pumpkin for a contest (with glue everywhere), notes from kids, box tops collections (and loving the interactions with incredible families from our school), two sizes of shoes laying in the middle of the floor that represent a camping trip with the boys and other great Boy Scouts families, a not so neatly written *Bible verse that is the key to all of this, and finally hugs – not when they are convenient time-wise, but when my incredible husband is running late, yet ALWAYS makes sure to hug each of us, and from an unprompted sister who thankfully adores her brother. None of this was staged and that’s what makes it pretty. 🙂 Hopefully you can stop for a moment in your day, to see the beauty that surrounds you too.
Yes! A thousand times YES!!! How I love what my friend shared in her facebook post. Nothing could be truer or more accurate than this!! While I would be lying if I said I don’t, at times, covet a beautifully kept, minimalistic, non-cluttered, meticulous home. Goodness knows in my perfectionist mindset I would simply adore my home mimicking the cover of the latest Southern Living magazine. Only in my wildest dreams! Honestly— I struggle, stress, fret, agonize whenever we have anyone over, which is precisely why it is a rare occasion that we entertain. Sad, but true, since we’re the ones who are missing out. What I want is perfection in every way and sometimes I get literally sick, even angry, that it’s just not to be, at least not in this season of my life. Yes, I fight it tooth and nail.
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. (James 4:14, NIV)
I’m thankful for my friend, Susan, and her wise words. Life is but a vapor and while our Littles are all about our feet, let us seek to make the most of every moment and treasure the memories made with them. One day, my home will feel all too quiet and I don’t want to look back on these years with regret fretting over my IMperfect house, wasting precious time. It has been said, ‘the days are long, but the years are short’. Let’s seek to find beauty in the messes. Would we not prefer our children remembering happy times spent together rather than recalling Mommy too busy and frenzied in an attempt to keep a perfect home? After all, the most comfortable homes I’ve been in are the ones which aren’t perfect!
*I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.(Philippians 4:12-13)