After a weekend away, I arrive home to a sleeping house. It’s after 11 at night but even in the dark I can see it waiting for me. I know to expect it and have already prepared myself.
And what a mess it is.
Laundry covers every surface of the living room, some of which lies on the floor when someone sat on the couch and tossed the clothes out of their way. The kitchen counters are hidden beneath a mountain of mail, Sunday school coloring pages, and other random items. The table is sticky and cereal crunches on the floor under my feet. The kid’s toys are scattered about and I dare not enter the school room where the list of lessons I had left remain untouched.
This kind of chaos used to leave me a twisted wreck inside. When my kids were little and I went out with friends for the evening, returning to messes like this, often made me think, “What’s the point in leaving for relaxation only to return to this?” Every bit of peace I had gathered while I was out would immediately rush out like air from a balloon, leaving me deflated and discouraged.
Since God opened my eyes to see all things through the eyes of grace, I now see this mess differently. Learning to rejoice and give thanks in all things has changed my perspective. Instead of only seeing the chaos, I now see what did happen while I was gone.The laundry covering all the living room surfaces show me that my husband was considerate to wash clothes. The piles scattered around the house tell me that they had fun together. I see the wet suits drying in the bathroom, knowing it means that they went for a swim. Grass speckled sneakers lie next to the door, showing me that they made it to soccer. I see their thoughtfulness in the empty sink and the dishwasher with the clean light on. I also see that they ate all the food I had made for them to eat while I was away. All a trail of grace left for me to accept with gratitude.
Where chaos, mess, and disorganization once put me on edge, now I see it as evidence of life lived full. They are signs of two boys learning, imagining, and laughing. It reveals the gift of family and of a husband who makes a way for me to go out of town, despite any inconvenience to him.
Sometimes the messes in life can be redeemed through the eyes of grace. Seeing all things, even the messes, as gifts from the Father can transform an anxiety filled heart to one of peace. Living life in the moment, with gratitude, makes the chaos of life a gift to be treasured.
I did my best the next day to make some sense of the tornado that touched down in the house. In between catching up with school work, a doctor’s appointment, and errands, I picked up little by little. By evening though, the laundry still lay all over the living room. Figuring I would tackle it the next day, I drove the kids to Cub Scouts. Pulling into the parking lot, I was surprised to find my husband there because I didn’t think he would have time to go. He took the kids inside and suggested I go on home. And in the quiet of the evening, I folded all the laundry and put it away. Counting each shirt and each sock as gifts, seen only through the eyes of grace.
Counting in community (#1847-1859):
Feeling overwhelmed but knowing that God will help me get everything done that He wants done
The kid’s developing sense of humor
Celebrating my oldest’s eighth birthday
Going through his old scrapbooks with him
Attending a friend’s wedding
Staying at one of my favorite hotels and my husband surprising me with a visit to the spa
A relaxing massage at the hotel’s spa
visiting with old college friends
A friend bringing food over for dinner
Pumpkin crisp for dessert:)
Ending the weekend sick, but knowing God will work out everything left undone
My husband pushing back his flight out of town so that I could rest and get better
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