A Story in the Mess

Our house an impressive track record of rapid deterioration on weekends.  We wake up on Saturday morning and before I can blink twice, there is a whole box of tea bags across the kitchen floor, laundry strewn around like it's the new carpet and dishes from too many past meals to count.

To be honest, it's super frustrating for me.  Messes are my nemesis and the pressure really starts to build by Sunday afternoon.  Especially if we haven't been out of the house most of the day and  the piles of junk start closing in around me.
I remember one moment when I was in the bathroom several months ago and I was staring down the dirty laundry and damp towels all around.  Suddenly it was like God nudged my heart to see something more.  To see a story in the mess.

Our story goes something like this.

The pile of Adam's forgotten work clothes tells me that I have a hard working husband that will do anything so I can stay home with our babies.

The dishes from dinner last night tell me that we spent quality time together instead of obsessing over clean countertops.

The books and toys all over every room tell me that a curious, imaginative little boy lives in our house.

The dirty diaper that Adam left in the middle of the floor tells me that I have a fellow parent willing to be in the trenches of baby-life with me.

The laundry and dishes and piles of coats and shoes and every other misplaced thing tell me that God has blessed us more than we deserve and all this stuff is just beautiful reminders of His grace in our lives.

My heart is so desperate to see beyond the ever present messes.  My heart craves a grateful view of all we have truly been given.  To see the story of God's tender mercies in our everyday life.

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PS.  I won't pretend that I didn't spend the last two hours of my Sunday night cleaning my house like a mad woman.  Because let us also not underestimate the power of a clean start for my Monday morning. Happy new week, friends!! xo


  1. i love the view of redeeming messes & seeing the story! :)

  2. Thank you for this reminder! A Miller

  3. #truth
    thankyou for this! lovely seeing you the other evening!!

  4. Thanks for being honest!! Its so hard to live in the mess and enjoy it at the same time!
    Keep being real!
    xo, Rachel

  5. Sorry for 2 comments! I thought I was doing it wrong!! I didn't see that you needed to approve it ;)

  6. Great post! Reminds me of one of those 'old lady e-mail forwards' I got from my Grandma-in-law awhile back:

    I Am Thankful For ...

    The partner who hogs the covers every night, because he is not out with someone else.

    The child who is not cleaning his room, but is watching TV, because that means he is at home and not on the streets.

    For the taxes I pay, because it means I'm employed.

    For the mess to clean after a party, because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

    For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat.

    For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I am in the sunshine.

    For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing, because that means I have a home.

    For all the complaints I hear about the government, because it means we have freedom of speech.

    For the parking spot I find at the far end of the lot, because it means I am capable of walking and I have been blessed with a car.

    For my huge heating bill, because I am warm.

    For the lady behind me in church who sings off-key, because that means I can hear.

    For the pile of laundry and ironing, for it means I have clothes to wear.

    For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day, for it means I have been capable of working hard.

  7. You are lovely. So glad you are back to blogging. :)