Monday, August 13, 2018

a life being lived...



On any given day around here, you may find my kitchen in a state of disarray. Last night's evidence of a wonderful meal, a savored cup of coffee, an almost empty kool-aid pitcher the grands left behind.
I'm always amazed at how this doesn't bother me.

You see, I'm a self proclaimed perfectionist at heart. Let me walk into a room and see a wall hanging off center or slightly crooked and I'll rush over to straighten that thing (your house or mine. lol)! I go bonkers when the pillows on the couch are not where I placed them. I'll spend long periods of time deciding exactly how to arrange those books and potted plant on the table. The clothes in my closet are hanging from light to dark for heaven's sake!!!

So what is it about these dirty dishes??!! What is the deal? I mean, in all honesty, I should not be able to go to bed at night, let alone sleep like a baby!




Well, I have done some soul searching about this and I have discovered the answer.

It's all about perspective. Focus.

For instance, when I look at this picture above I see a life being lived.

Those two coffee cups there on the left... my husband and I had a long leisurely conversation holding those cups. Slow mornings only happen on Saturday around here and we love to spend them together on our front porch as we talk about everything and nothing. It's sacred time.

The almost empty Kool-aid pitcher that I've somehow managed to hold on to since our kids, now 35 & 37, were little. We saved up points or something from Kool-aid packs and got it free. Our grands use it now. :) The same one their Mama used when she was their age.

That mound of miscellaneous dishes in the sink is proof that we had plenty of yummy food and that having fun after the meal/s is way more important than cleaning up. (As you can see, they are still there... waiting. lol)

I would be misleading you if I said it doesn't bother me to wake up to this in the morning. Who doesn't love a squeaky clean kitchen first thing in the morning? I would also be misleading you if I didn't say that somehow I love waking up to this. This sink full of memories I am blessed to pour over as I wash each piece. Thanking Papa for each person, for each plate full of food, for the love and chaos that filled that room the day before. Yes, we are all truly blessed.

I have set the goal to never go to bed with dirty dishes over and over and over... The older I get, the more I see that somehow I must need them there to gently and realistically remind me what is most important. A life being lived.

Papa help me to always see beyond what I see with my physical eye. Help me to always keep the proper perspective, to see beyond the mess, to cherish it for the wonderful life it is.