It’s a messy life

This past year I’ve been a part of our local MOPS group and was asked to give a little talk about my story. Since the theme of the year was ‘A Beautiful Mess’ I decided to talk about my issue with having messes around :). The following is what I came up with:

My name is Felicia and I come from a large family, I have six brothers and two sisters making nine of us in total. I’m right in the middle which seems like the best spot to me.

Growing up we had a lot of messes, I wouldn’t say our house was a messy house, but with that many people, well let’s just say you should have seen the shoe closet.

I liked cleaning up and organizing things and my mom loved that I did too. One time while mom was in town shopping, my sister and I took the biggest box we could find and we cleaned up and threw everything we thought was junk or unnecessary clutter in it and taped it shut. When she came home we told her what we had done and that she was not allowed to open it unless she missed something in her day and thought it was in there. Well she never missed anything, so in a month we threw it in the trash. She still asks what we put in there, and honestly we don’t even remember.

Well things have changed and now I’m a mom and I realize keeping a neat and nonmessy house is next to impossible. It’s very frustrating to me and often I feel like a failure as a wife, if by the end of the day my husband comes home and the toys are all over the floor, books are scattered everywhere, and the cupboards have lost their purpose because all the pans are being used as drums in the middle of the living room. I also realize I only have one little guy and this is going to get a lot worse. So in trying to find a way to look at it differently my husband encourages me in seeing the life in the mess. Sure everything is in the wrong spot and nothing seems to be being used for what it’s original purpose was, but that will come with teaching and wisdom over time. Right now all Jesse sees is joy in things to play with, discovering new shapes and putting things inside each other.

I realize more each day that the mess is where the life is, it’s filled with joy and learning. And not every day needs to be mayhem, but some days should be. And it makes my husband happy to see the mess when he gets home and Jesse sitting in the middle all pleased with how much work he’s done to make the room look like this. Over time hopefully I can teach him the joys of organizing it and putting it all back, but for now I need to see the mess and see it as life happening, right there in my living room. And putting the mess in that light, I can go to bed after parting a path through the toys and books and smile knowing it’ll get better, and messes are better then having nothing to clean up because there is no one to make the mess in the first place. I love my job as a mom and need to remember daily that messes are a symbol of beauty and life not failure.

Where there are no oxen, the manger is clean, but abundant crops come by the strength of the ox. (Proverbs 14:4 ESV)

If you or a friend are interested in joining this MOPS group please click on this link and you should find all the info you need – Redlands Community Church Grand Junction

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