Um, what if the dishes stay dirty & the laundry stays piled in a basket on the floor for just one more day? What does that say about this wife, this momma?
So these pretty blue kitchen counters of mine love to collect stuff. Stuff like the depressing mail, half eaten bananas, sunglasses, paint brushes, and toys. And that sink over there, it tends to be full of pretty white dishes, cute little tea cups, and empty mason jars with soggy paper straws.
The laundry's favorite spot in the house is cozied up by the foot of our bed in baskets. As much as I ask it to find its way into our closet & drawers it refuses to deny me this request. So each week I close my eyes as I walk past it, until two or three days pass & I give in to put it away. For the past 1.5 weeks I let the laundry disappear totally from my mind.
Heres the truth. I'm a proud stay-at-home mommy to this little guy. Sometimes I would rather take him on a play date with other mommas & their kids than stay at home to clean. Inviting a friend over for coffee on the back porch sounds more appealing to me than putting my laundry up, so I'll let it hide in our room for another day. Snuggling on the couch with a very sweet little three year old while he talks to this baby bump of mine is way more precious to me than washing dishes after lunch.
So what does it say about this wife & momma who some weeks lets the laundry pile 3 feet high & lets the pretty dishes stay unwashed for a whole day or two?
For me it says I've learned where my value rest. It says I know where to invest my time. It says I've made a small victory in this life as a momma & wife.
To me, it means that I've learned how to give myself grace in the little things to enjoy the better things in life. Two years ago if these house chores were not done this wife & momma might have refused to invite a friend over because her sink had dishes from last night still in it. I may not have stopped to call a friend who I knew needed some prayer or encouragement. Or I might have stayed home from a play date to get the laundry put up before small group at our house later that night.
Thats the ugly truth.
The truth of who I use to be.
The momma I use to be.
The wife I use to be.
The believer I use to be.
Yuck. Thank the Lord I've invited & allowed him to teach me the value of relationships, friendships, and place more importance making memories with my Noah than keeping my house looking perfect. And praise the Lord for a husband who sees the importance of this grace in his wife's life.
Just keeping it real. Happy Tuesday!
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