Life is messy, both literally and figuratively.
Don’t we all know it? We feel it in the every day.
There are boxes on the floor in the dining room, serious packing has commenced for my soon-to-be college student, son. I concentrate on the checking off of all the items to take to school…trying not to think about him being gone in a few short days. The cat puked in the food dish. Again. The new dog dragged the deck furniture cushions into the (muddy) yard. I tell myself, they can be washed. And they can. It is not the end of the world. The flowerbed is dug up, there are muddy paw prints, and the horse stall needs finished mucking.
Messiness, all around. I don’t know if it is just my age, or what, but I am dealing with the messiness of life better than I used to……well, at least I try.
Relationships are changing. Scheduling and busyness. Some days go by, or even weeks, in a blur. So much is going on. Friends that need me, decisions being made, people to pray for, growing pains and letting go. I am embracing the moments, messiness and all.
Messiness can be marvelous. Messiness can be chaotic. Messiness can be a life well lived.