I had several profound thoughts tonight, but central to them all is the realization that the things that bother me about day to day life are evidence that I have been given gifts, charges in this life, for which I am responsible, and yet, those responsibilities are BLESSINGS. I have been looking at it all wrong. Those piles of dirty laundry, that sauce-stained highchair tray, those chunks of mud tracked across my carpet...They're all evidence. They were left there, not as a slap-in-the-face affront, not as a sign of all things I have to clean up or some situation I have to recitfy, but as gifts of grace. They are breadcrumbs...a trail of love to follow home to where my heart is...to follow back to that thought central to my existance...that I am here to glorify God, and that he has given into my care a husband, two-beautiful babies, a household and two cats.
Every ache in my tired body reminds me I'm alive to enjoy this moment for as long as it's given to me and I'm not getting any younger, so I better make the most of everyday I can still move!
That "evidence" (albeit dirty) that people I love, live here: pee-pee jammies and bedding for me to wash, mounds of dirty laundry and dishes, a messy playroom, crumbs and dirt on the rug, piles of little shoes, dirty hand prints on the TV and smudge marks on my lap top screen, the cat hair in my keyboard... it's all breadcrumbs.
Remember that you are blessed. Look at that mess with new eyes. It's beautiful.
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