Sometimes we have one of “those days.”
You know the type.
The really rough ones where nothing seems to get done, no one goes to bed bathed, lunches aren’t prepared ahead of time, you clean up the whole house just to sit down on the couch and find popcorn on the living room rug. Maybe these days just happen at our house. This week we’ve had a couple of these days. There are a lot of reasons for our chaos. One of them is that I’ve been swamped with doing a million good things lately. There is always another classroom to help in, another workshop to go to at the school, along with the usual cleaning, house keeping, Spanish classes… life. It’s messy. It’s chaos. It’s beautiful.
But I’ll be honest – it’s really easy for me to get overwhelmed by the messy, chaos.
Last week I made a list in my journal. It went like this:
Popcorn kernels (we eat a lot of popcorn).
Scraps of Paper.
Crumbs of Red Velvet Cake.
Freshly Ironed Tablecloth.
A Mountain of Yogurt and Milk Containers.
Yep, I had been cleaning. The point is – sometimes I need a change of perspective. I’m looking at the mess, and not seeing the beauty in it. It’s time to move the camera.
It’s not about keeping the house clean, it’s not even about parenting, or seeing the bright side of things. It’s not even about not caring about the mess. It’s definitely not about that.
Our homes aren’t the only messy places. Watch the news, take a walk, hang out in a school, go grocery shopping, spend time with a friend… There are messes everywhere. We will never on this earth see the end of hunger, war, death, sickness, abuse… There is no way to avoid it. The one thing we can do, is move the camera. The day is not over, and some day the mess will be cleaned up. Not by us, though. That’s not our job.
Until then, we wait, we hope, and we love. That’s the most important thing, right? Love. When I refocus on my husband, my kids, my city, and just love them, the messes pale in comparison.
I went back and revised my list. Here is what it looked like later.
Dust – because we live in beautiful, dry, dusty Spain.
Hair – from Cora’s long beautiful locks.
Popcorn Kernels – from family movies and snacktimes.
Dirty Clothes – worn by people who play hard and live crazy.
Toys – Loved and played with fiercely.
Tire tracks – from the patio through the living room from our new bikes.
Scraps of paper – From Malaki’s never-ending desire to make art.
Broken Crayons – Used by our creative kiddos.
Markers – for putting imagination on paper.
Crumbs of Red Velvet Cake – A Valentine’s Day treat.
Freshly Ironed Tablecloth – the juice and pizza sauce stains freshly washed out.
A Mountain of Yogurt and Milk Containers. – washed and waiting for Malaki to take to school for another art project.
Love changes everything.
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13