Disclaimer- Sometimes I get hyper focused on the wrong things(tell me I’m not alone, please!). At the end of the day all of these things matter, but they are NOT the most important. Healthy and strong relationships in these 4 walls are important. Showing up is important. Love is important. Showing my kids Jesus is important. I can choose what I think about and what I focus on while also teaching my kids to take responsibility and to love Jesus. I pray you feel the love of Jesus today my friends.

The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever. Isiah 40:8

Sometimes…

Sometimes there are shoes in the middle of the room.

Sometimes there are socks under couch cushions.

Sometimes there are missing bowls and cups and forks.

Sometimes it feels like I spend all day in the car.

Sometimes the bathroom sink is covered in toothpaste.

Sometimes I can’t hear myself think.

Sometimes I spend my weekends going from one sporting event to another.

Sometimes the dishes and cooking are overwhelming.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing right by them or if they will spend their adult years in therapy with mommy issues.

Sometimes I want to be alone.

Sometimes I get tired of managing all the stuff.

Sometimes I feel bitter and resentful.

But then, a still small voice reminds me…

That someday there won’t be stray socks and shoes to put away.

Someday all the bowls and cups will be in the cabinets and there will be forks in the drawer.

Someday I won’t have any place to drive to and no one to pick up.

Someday my bathroom sink will be clean.

Someday I’ll be able to hear myself think all day long.

Someday my weekends will be quiet and unscheduled.

Someday I’ll have less people to cook for and clean up after.

Someday I won’t be surrounded by stuff.

Someday I’ll wish it all back again with a list of what I’d do different if I had the chance to do it all again. That day is coming faster than I’d like. So for today I’ll choose joy. Joy in the mundane. Joy in the triumphs. Joy in the trials. Joy in the dirty dishes. Joy in the big moments and joy in the small ones. Joy in the house full of people that I call mine.