But I’m not ashamed of that. In fact, I embrace it.
This mess . . . this beautiful, blessed mess . . . this is life. It’s an embracing of imperfection for the sake of living in each moment and loving in each moment.
Helping mommy clean means there will be excessive vinegar spray on the bathroom tile that we’ll need to wipe up. Letting them flip the pancakes for the first time means I’ll be cleaning batter off the stovetop. “Yes, sweetie, you may dig for worms . . . it’s okay, we can wash those muddy pants when we get home.” It means more laundry. And more. And more. But they love it.
And I love watching them explore all the nooks and crannies of the world God made. I love when they live and embrace that experience isn’t always neat and tidy and life means getting your hands (and your floors) dirty. In allowing them to live in these messy moments, God gives me new eyes to see how utterly amazing it is to experience the gift of living! When did I lose that childlike wonder? But thank God -- He is regenerating it in me through the witness of my children.
Dear LORD, what a beautiful, amazing world You have created - for us! “The way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a snake on a rock” (Proverbs 30:18-19) . . . Your world is full of wonder; thank you for showing me again through my children. As we live in this blessed messy life, help me to keep seeing the exuberance of living rather than just the clean-up involved. Help me to embrace new experiences like my children embrace them. In Jesus’ name, amen.
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