Well, friends, just when you thought I was gone for good…I’m back. Fired up about sharing my life with you, because I know I always feel better when I hear about someone else being more of a slacker than I am. (This does not happen often, so the effect is magnified for me more than for most people.) But, as disorganized and best-intentioned but oft-not-doing as I am, Jesus loves me! And He knows me better than any of you, even my (usually) sweet, (80% of the time) patient husband. So as His mercies are new every morning, I am able to get up every day and ask, “Well, what about today, Lord?” Being a stay-at-home mom with no children with whom to stay at home can be perplexing. You start your day (or at least I do) like you’re sitting on the pole for the Daytona 500 (boogity, boogity, boogity, let’s go racing, kids!) and rush everyone to the school and come home and bam! Silence. And a bunch of laundry and dust balls staring you down with their beady little eyes.
So I took a picture this morning of my laundry room just to be totally honest with you here…this is my life. But a messy laundry room for me means boys who play football outside regardless of the weather, and a husband who goes outside to play with them when he comes home from work, and a daughter who gets ravioli on her shirt because she’s always reading and never looking at what she’s doing, and a dog who thinks a pile of dirty clothes on the floor make a better dog bed than anything I could buy her at the store. Not so bad, maybe even a blessing, when you think of it that way. Which I will try to do.