Love’s Messes

I sit here this morning, surveying the aftermath of a weekend with house guests and birthdays.

On Friday, my home was something to be proud of. It was clean and sparkly, everything was in its place, and it was ever do serene.

This morning there are shoes in the floor, toys strewn across the table, a pile of used towels in the bathroom, and a table full of birthday gifts I don’t have the energy to put away.

Does this upset me? Does this frustrate me? Does this make me weary? Absolutely not!

When I look around this morning, I don’t see a mess. I smile and remember the laughter that was shared in my home this weekend.

I remember the smiles of my little girl as she turned 8 years old.

I recall the squeals of my granddaughter, and my little boys wrestling with their big brother.

I think back on the delicious meals my husband made so lovingly for his family, and I remember all the hugs and kisses.

I am proud of this mess. This mess means that this mama shared a beautiful weekend with her babies.

The chaos is evidence that loved flowed through this place. This mess means that “mama’s” house is home.

“She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.” Proverbs 31:27