You know what I'm talking about, don't you? You see it all the time on Pinterest and in magazines. The "ideal" home, with creative crafts and clean floors, where Jimmy and Sally hug each other and laugh all day.
Then reality hits you like a brick in the face, while you trip over Hotwheels and step on Legos in the middle of the night. You are convinced that they reproduce when the sun goes down and everyone is asleep. You wake up to a mountain of laundry and dishes in the sink, and people who are certain that you are the sole person who can prepare their food. Not to mention Jimmy and Sally chasing each other across the house, threatening to shove dirty underwear in each other's faces.
Yep, this is life. Or, it's a pretty good description of my life.
I'm learning a lot the older I get (who knew, right?). Sometimes God rips the rug right out from under you and starts to rebuild everything you thought you knew. It's hard, but I become more and more convinced that God cares about the details in my life. The things that no one else would notice, He notices. He teaches me in those moments of chaos when I take a step back and listen.
And you know what? I'm realizing that it's okay that there's Legos on my floor. Pinterest is a great resource but it lies to you. Those picture perfect homes are a fantasy. I want LIFE. I want to live in the moments in between the chaos where my kids really are laughing together, and I really do get caught up on housework for 3 minutes. I'm learning to live in the not-so-great moments, too, bc they are real. Real life is messy, isn't it? If it weren't so, the magnificence of our perfect Savior wouldn't seem to magnificent. Our imperfect life makes His perfect life all that more amazing. He is in the details, the big and the small.
I still struggle with being a neat freak. It's true. I love to organize stuff and see my counter clean. But just like God is in the details of my life, I want to be in the details of my life, too... the details of my kids' life, and my husband's life... in the details of my friends and family that make them so unique and special. The Hotwheels, missing socks, mud on my floor, and the conversations with my boys, I don't want to miss it bc I was too busy waiting until my house "looked nice." I want to FEEL and breathe in the experience of living.
A friend of mine posted this link the other day and I thought I would share, in light of trying to embrace my laundry pile. Hope it makes you laugh as much as it did me! (Yes, I literally sat at my computer and laughed out loud the whole time.) :)