I can wait no longer. The time has come to put aside the excuses, the waiting for things to change, for the clutter to be cleared. It is the time to press through all the reasons why I can’t begin, and just to do it. The moment is here. Enough with the wishing and dreaming of the day I will have time to sit and write and reflect and maybe even share some nuggets of wisdom I have gathered along life’s way. It’s time to burst through the clouds of “what if” or “someday” and to seize this very day, this late night hour.
Who cares if the dishes aren’t done, the floor needs to be mopped, and the piles of paperwork sorted out. There will always be dishes. There will always be clutter. No matter how hard I try to clean out and sort and purge, life continues on in all its messy madness. There are days when the homework does not get done, and nights when the baskets of laundry are left unfolded for the next day’s chore.
It’s time to wake up, get over the guilt of imperfection, and discover the absolute beauty within the imperfect, somewhat chaotic mess. I must stop and laugh with my children, and relish in the noisy play. I must absorb all the beauty in the everyday mess.
I’m reminded of the days when one of my sweet little ones come in from playing outside holding a tiny bouquet of yellow dandy lions. Now we all know that dandy lions are weeds and really do not have a fragrant smell. But to my children, they have just picked the most beautiful flowers and are eager to present the lovely bouquet to their dear mother. In that moment of receiving the weed bouquet, I have a choice. I can tell them that what they just picked is a hand-full of weeds that really doesn’t smell that good, or I can receive the gift of love as if it were the most fragrant of bouquets from a castle garden. I choose to see (and smell) the beauty in the weeds in order to cultivate kindness in my children.
After all, didn’t my creator see beauty in His creation, make beauty out of nothing, life from dirt, and teach us to build Holy places out of hostile, broken and ruined rubble. I’m reminded of a simple chorus I learned growing up:
“Something beautiful, something good; All my confusion He understood. All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife, but He made something beautiful of my life.”
Thank you Lord for making something beautiful out of my life! I not only see that in reflection of all my years, but now also in retrospect of all the moments of my day. May I simply see the deep and full and wide beauty all around me in the midst of the strife, weeds and clutter of this broken life. You have made and continue to make something beautiful of my life. I’ll admit, at times, my life is a beautiful mess.
Stop and smell the weeds, for you are cultivating a garden of beautiful wild flowers!
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