Sage advice has said more than once, “Treasure these moments, they’re only little once.”
Honestly, I feel like I live somewhere in the middle most days. In the middle of those deep dark waters that often threaten to swallow you up if you quit treading water, and those endlessly deep waters of sweet memories and moments that are motherhood.I think that’s the journey. My desire is to enjoy this journey. To impart the heart of God’s kingdom deeply into the tender, sponge-like hearts of these boys. But reality is, sometimes, I strive to keep them alive. Fed. Clean. Clothed. Educated. Healthy. All in one day.Another harsh reality to face is this. I can’t.
I can’t do this.
Yes, you read right.
The days I try to do this thing on my own are the ones where I end up in tears and very nearly a heap on the floor. The days where I wake up and seek grace before the coffee cups and breakfast dishes pile high, are the days that grace permeates the space. At least til noon. And honestly, some days, I start right. I do all the right things.
Seek my Savior’s face, early.
And, tears still flow. It’s part of the journey.
Because motherhood is very much ministry.
And ministry is messy.
It just is.
And that’s ok.
It’s ok to shed tears, to mess up. To start again. To confess. To forgive. To be forgiven. To burn dinner.
To get behind on laundry. To draw smiley faces in the dust on the shelf. To grab a pizza because there were potty accidents, and missing ingredients from exploring fingers that dumped out that well thought out plan that was dinner.
How can it be ok, you ask?
It’s not ok because you’re life magically smells like pumpkin bread and freshly starched laundry. Truth be told, your house might smell like throw up because no matter what you spray or bleach, it won’t. go. away.
It’s not ok because you’ll catch up tomorrow. It may be weeks before you feel caught up, or you may never catch up.
It’s not ok because you’ll get a bubble bath and go to bed and sleep a solid eight hours. You may not. You might be up all night, again with a precious little guy who cannot get rid of drainage.
It’s ok because and only because you’re covered.
With grace. Grace for your space. For this space you occupy at this moment in history.
You’re completely covered in the loving, endless grace of Jesus. If you receive.
It’s there. For you.
And that’s the only reason it will be ok.
This post was inspired from the last ten days of having sick children, one after another. Mess after mess. Laundry. Hot water. Bleach, Clorox wipes and Lysol. A sick husband. And endless commitments. Many missed.
Glad you’ve chosen to stop by and see where we are on this 31 day journey of Gracing Our Space. We hope you be a regular visitor.