At any given time my bench is filled with produce from the garden
As much as I would like at least the beds made I still walk out without them done
There was more to do on this day than wipe the crumbs from the table before I went out. They stayed till the end of the day when I came home.
There's always gonna be another mountain. I'm always gonna want to make it move.
Always gonna be an uphill battle, sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
It ain't about how fast I get there, ain't about what's waiting on the other side.
It's the climb
The
last month has been quite a climb. I have been here there and
everywhere; for everyone and it's been messy. Finding yourself again in
the messy is a good thing. It makes you more aware of what is good and
what is right. So I didn't finish some of the things I wanted to,
there is always tomorrow. What counts is how I spend my day and where I
am headed, who I am doing all this for. I may get distracted by all
the social media, but it leads me home to what I need to hear. While I
haven't been writing here I've been listening and lived and learned.
The little things have made big differences.
I read
this post by Ann at A Holy Experience and
this one at Allume and
another at to Overflowing. No matter what you see of others or read or think, we are all messy and in need of grace. No matter how much you seek what is perfect you will always come up short.
So what if I was to look at all of this from a different view?
In the devotion for
her book 1000 gifts, Ann Voskamp describes well how 'we elevate what we deem beautiful, endeavour to create spheres of pristine beauty and perhaps rightly so, for "what ever is good, pure, lovely, think on these things" But I wonder if maybe in the upside-down kingdom of God, what we regard as unlovely is, in Jesus, lovely. Because somewhere, underneath the grime of this broken world, everything has the radiant fingerprints of God on it. Seeing the world with Jesus' eyes, we have the astonishing opportunity to daily love the unlovely into loveliness.'
So my bench covered in food to be sorted -
a blessing of what has been provided and what I can share
My unmade beds -
extra sleep after a later night with lots of fun and laughter
The crumbs and mess on the table -
a meal together and memories of treasures collected and still to be sorted
How about you? Do you find yourself at the end of the day wondering just what you got done and was it worth it? Are you waiting for things to be perfect before you do that thing that you have been wanting to? What about stopping and looking at the messy and seeing it for what it really is.
