This loose take on James 1:2 popped into my brain recently as I was wiping up the greasy remnants of my husband’s French fry-ing adventure from the night before. The thought came to me right after this one: Why am I cleaning up a mess that I didn’t even make!?
That second, less crabby, notion reminded me of something that I really need to remember. Piles of clutter and areas of untidiness sometimes look to me like thoughtlessness, inconsideration, and drudgery. I think that what I should choose to see instead is that those messes requiring my attention are simply the evidence of the family God has given me. And if I look at it that way, it can change my whole mindset.
A sink full of dirty dishes = a husband & children who cook for themselves (and me! because you and I both know I ate those French fries Robert made)
Craft clutter on multiple surfaces = creativity and skill-honing in progress
Books, books, and more books = kids who are reading and learning
All. Those. Shoes. = We work, we play, we exercise, we feed the chickens, walk in the woods, and go to town. In other words, we live.
Really, it is a truth that the mess in my house exists because I have people I dearly love who live here with me. And I want to not just be thankful for that in my heart and head, but to express that in word, and deed, and attitude.
Clean it all with joy! 🙂