I was reminded of this post today after I posted the following status update on my personal Facebook page:
For the last week our kids have been obsessed with making paper snowflakes and the scraps all over the floor have been driving me crazy. That is until I read today that that Sandy Hook PTA is asking for children to make snowflakes and send them in to bring some winter cheer to the grieving students. Thank you Lord for a fresh perspective today. We have dozens to mail in! Here’s the link with the details, make a mess and send in some snowflakes!
It was just after 7am when my youngest woke up and came into the kitchen, for some odd reason the camera was sitting on the table and my husband snapped a picture of us. My son looking very disillusioned and the crumbs. The crumbs on the table, I’m pretty sure I even said – “you got the crumbs in the picture!” But then when I looked carefully at the picture I could see my love for my son was captured in that moment and the crumbs didn’t matter anymore.
Ann Voskamp of A Holy Experience spoke this weekend at The Relevant Conference and one of the many things she said as I was furiously scratching out on paper her every word was this…
“The state of my space doesn’t reflect the state of my soul.”
I am a perfectionist living in the body of a very imperfect person. Really I’m like 2 people fighting for space here. On one hand messes make me crazy on the other hand I’m often the one to create them. It’s interesting how that works.
Yes, I’m talking about literal messes but also…spiritual messes. We are messy people and that’s ok. The mess is our story. The crumbs on the kitchen floor tell a story of a delicious dinner the night before with 4 clamoring laughing children who may or may not have also made the other sticky mess I stepped in when they spilled their juice. The pride, insecurity, unforgiveness….I could go on and on is another type of mess.
We are messy people – saved by Grace, and Grace makes you and me good enough, even perfect in the eyes of a loving Savior.
Again… “The state of my space doesn’t reflect the state of my soul.” If you have young children like I do, give yourself grace. My house is messy 95% of the day, no matter how often I ask my son to clean up his legos or my daughter to put away her art supplies – within minutes they’re poured out again. They are living life, playing. Let’s live life and pour out our legos, even better… let’s get down on the floor and color. I’ll be honest about my mess, it’s been too long since I’ve seen the floor for any other reason than scrubbing it. By grace…I’m learning to love the mess and even make some messes of my own.