Monday came in slow and quiet…for all of a minute! Children roused at an early hour, dogs wrestled soon after, light broke through the clouds on their heels. Preparing breakfasts and lunches, getting children dressed, getting exercise (for us and the dogs), beginning a school day here at home, putting dishes away, getting dishes out, baking for the first time in a LONG time, wiping away the flour covered counter tops…and again, taking Hannah off the table again…and again, washing soiled sheets, lunch for 4, whisking Aaron off to kindergarten, reading, rocking, and laying Hannah down for a nap, doing History (his LEAST favorite) with Christopher…then, capturing the messes with a few pictures…because I don’t want to forget the blessings they are! It is in the dirty counter tops and tables and floors that I find myself actually living! I am a dreamer; someone who’s mind is rarely in the moment I’m actually in. I have too many “I’d rather be…” thoughts, and then I miss “I am here” ones. So today, this first day of the week, when maybe many are still keeping there kitchens and floors clean, I smile at the mess mine are in.
Dirty kitchens means we’ve been there creating, smelling, eating, enjoying, thinking, talking, playing, and eventually making it all beautiful again. Messy floors assure me that those imaginations are still doing there own creating, that those voices have been lifted in dramas and laughters and songs. The clean and orderly definitely bring me peace and tranquility, but the messes…oh the messes…they are the feeling in a life that too often becomes numb. I can walk through a scheduled day and not miss a beat…until…I trip over that lego creation…that masterpiece built by little, though quickly growing, hands. And I am reminded of where he got those hands…Whose they were made after.
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. Genesis 1:27
In His image…I am made in His image…and it’s in the mess where I find this image. So did He.
9 The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. 10 He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. 11 He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. 12 Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— 13children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.
14 The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:9-14
So I will go on walking through and over the messes today. We will tidy it all tonight after supper. And tomorrow…I know where I’ll be…where He still is…
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20
#1087-1101 Finding Him all around…
Aaron being up at 5:30 (really, how can I complain; he is a boy after my own heart!)
getting homework done with Timothy last night
recognizing more of my weaknesses (His strength is made perfect…)
…and the other two quickly on Aaron’s heels
flour covered counter tops
flour on the floor
children licking the bowl and spoon
putting bread in the oven
children’s toys on the floor and table
Hannah saying “Book”
a cool, cloudy day
sweet texts between my and The Guitar Player
Aaron running to catch up to his class – such a big boy