Dear Messy House,
I know I grouch and complain about you more often than I should...and I take you for granted more times than I could number. I shout, "I CAN'T. TAKE. IT. ONE. MORE. MINUTE!!!" I'm sorry...please forgive me. I want to take this opportunity to tell you thank you for all you do.
Thank you for the dirty socks and discarded newspapers by the bed.
Thank you for the pile of books beneath my daughter's bookcase.
Thank you for the stickers that are, well, everywhere: stuck to my daughter's toy kitchen, washed and dried into my sweatshirts, piled on the kitchen table, strewn on the floor.
Thank you for the cluttery scattered art projects that seem to be collect dust and disintegrate everywhere.
Thank you for my husband's teetering pile of books and papers on the table by his Lazy-boy.
Thank you for the mountain of smelly laundry collecting in the hamper.
Thank you for the pine needles that are trampled in again the moment I vacuum the floor.
Thank you for the water-splashed bathroom counter.
Thank you for the Mr. Potato Head arm, the blankey, the duck umbrella, the box of markers, the toy grocery cart, the toy dishes, the single toddler slipper...that manage to find their way around the house. Thank you for all the trips I make through the house picking up single items and restoring them to their places.
Thank you that my house is never fully clean, that it is always in a state of upheaval and clutter.
Thank you...because this means that tiny feet tramp here and there...that a squeaky musical voice is heard through this house...that a strong and loving husband absent-mindedly drops papers here and there...Thank you for your daily cluttery signs that this house, this life of mine is peopled, is inhabited, is filled with light and love. Forgive me for my exasperation and frustration. Yes, we need order and cleanliness, but neither will be perfect, not as long as the strong steps and the flitting tip-toes of the ones I love most are found here. And so I will take your clutter...I will receive your dust bunnies...I will give thanks for your scattered toys. For I once was alone and I prayed on my knees, with tears, for these people to come. I must not forget to give thanks that they are here at last.
Thank you, messy house.
A Grateful Wife and Mother
"God sets the lonely in families..."--Psalm 68:6
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