
I definitely have one; sometimes a good one, sometimes a rotten one. So, I’ve decided to change how I view THE MESS.

Inspired by one of Simple Mom’s posts last week, I hung a few gentle reminders for myself in the places around the house I find myself grumbling most often. Above the sink that is usually full of dishes for the lack of a dishwasher and right next to our infuriating 1-square-foot of counter space I hung this:

If the dishes weren’t piled up and the laundry wasn’t mounded for three days on the living room chair, if the carpet wasn’t dusted with dog hair 5 minutes after being vacuumed, if the kitchen floor was sparkly, if I got to complete every craft project I started and cross everything off my to-do list every day… that would mean one thing. There would not be any of those dearest to me in my life. It would mean no family meals to litter the kitchen, no boxers or baseball uniforms or cute baby girl clothes to fold up and put away, no zealously affectionate dogs to shush when the baby is sleeping, no family beach excursions to return from and traipse sand onto the kitchen floor. This mess is their footprints.

This mess is evidence of a house well-eaten in, celebrated in, laughed in, cried in, slept in, woken-up early in, relaxed in, worked in, loved in… evidence of a life full of precious people whose hearts were entrusted to me by the Creator of the universe.

Above the stove that I am usually hunched over at 5:00pm, hurried to prepare dinner for a tired, shriek-y 9-month old and a husband who insists on undressing in front of the open living room windows the instant he walks in the door yet, curiously, immediately goes into the bedroom to put on mesh shorts and a t-shirt, leaving his work clothes strewn across the couch I posed these questions to myself:

Seriously. What am I communicating to my husband everyday as I bustle about managing the household? What am I modeling to my daughter about the attitude with which a mother does her job? Sometimes those are scary thoughts. What memories am I making for my family? What will they remember about how I portrayed the responsibility of taking care of everyone?

For the living room, I’ve got an idea for a painting – that if I ever actually get around to painting, I will be pleasantly surprised – to remind me to think of all the material chaos as “footprints” and to remember that my Jesus tells me, “You are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed” (Luke 10:41-42). The Lord promises me that my plans will succeed if I commit whatever I do to Him (Proverbs 16:3). Well, phew! That’s a load off.

However, I know my flesh and I know it won’t be long before I forget this. Hence, the visible reminders. And all this is not to say that I will stop taking my job as a SAHM and household manager seriously. Of course I will, I know what the Lord says about that (Proverbs 31) and I genuinely love my job. I will always strive for excellence in what I do. It isn’t my work ethic that needs bolstering, it’s my attitude that needs changing.

I want to remember what it means that I have THE MESS to deal with in the first place. When I fall short of my goals and ideals, I want to remember that most often it is because I’m not the only person in my life that depends on me. Hallelujah, what a gift!





























