One Hot Mama Mess

On this first Friday in May, are you ready – give us five minutes on the word MESS?!











It is May, less than a month before my son’s graduation from high school. Who knew how much had to be done, get done, come undone? I’ve got stuff piled on top of stuff…announcements and pictures and lists of things to do for his graduation party….and my daughter is homeschooling and that brings with it a whole other mess of “to do’s”. I’m also a teacher and it is the end of the school year and there is paperwork, and testing, and assignments to finish and progress reports to fill out and it makes me tired thinking about it all! My husband tells me to relax. I tell him I don’t know how.

I’ve scheduled a couple of “girls day out” things in the midst of it all. I will need that time to recuperate, for sure…..either that or just pass out…..which now that I think about it, might not be such a bad thing. I would at least get a few moments of rest, but I digress…..back to my mess!
















As I sit here typing, I’ve noticed dog fur tumbleweeds on the floor, and fingerprints, a carpet that needs vacuumed and a table that needs wiped. Dishes that are in the sink and a half drank glass of tea. I try to keep things neat around this joint, but Better Homes and Gardens will probably not be knocking on my door anytime soon.

The yard needs mowed, the chicken coop needs cleaned and we must get the deck power washed and the furniture brought out of storage.














Yep…..I’ll be either be completely bald, or have a head full of gray hair by the end of this month. Now, won’t that look great for those graduation pictures?! By the way, that reminds me I need to get a hair cut. I need to pencil that in on the calendar. Um……right there between the appointment for the dogs vaccinations and my birthday.





When I’m Covered In Slime

Rock Climbing in Dali

Image via Wikipedia

I have been rereading the archives of, A Holy Experience. There are some writers, whose words beg for me to see with my spirit and not just with my eyes. The words fall across the screen (or the page)  and go straight to the heart. There they set. Words that  stay with me, as I am reminded of what is fresh…and what is real.

On March 11th of this year I read Ann Voskamp’s post on “What Happy Homemakers Know”.  Lest you think that this post was only about stay at home moms, consider this…”Saying Yes will mean a mess.”

After all, isn’t that life?

Life is a mess because people live there.

People are messy.

Thoughts and feelings, emotions and bonds. Relationships and regrets.

Tears and laughter. Joy and pain. All time highs, and unspeakable lows.

Saying Yes can make a mess.

And it usually does.

And not just with houses, but with hearts.

It is in my imperfection and mess that God is much more real to me, in my day to day living.

He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.

Psalm 40:2  NIV

I love this verse. It might seem like a strange verse to admit to loving….but, I do.

He lifted me out of a slimy pit. What a great word picture.

How many times have I tried, on my own, to scratch and claw my way out?  The walls of the day to day, slick with slime and unable to keep my grip,  I fall backwards into the pit. Frustrated. Aggravated. Irritated. I am covered in mess. My mess.

And yet…

He reaches down. Not He reached down, as in the past. He reaches down, as in the here and now. He continues to reach…because I continue to make messes.

He gives me a firm place to stand.

He, and He alone, is that rock.

It is His love that changes me. He takes my mistakes, which are many…  He creates in me, beauty, where beauty did not formerly exist.

Yes, Lord…I say yes to you. You are the only One whose grip is greater than the deepest pit.


Won’t you join us, as we discuss love?

Basements Shouldn’t Be Swimming Pools!

rain down on window

Image by pennacook via Flickr

This morning I got up and went about my regular Saturday morning routine. I noticed, while in the kitchen, that the water pressure seemed sort of weak. I told my husband. He went down to the basement to check the pump.


He found out that our basement had nearly six feet of water in it! Good grief.

It continues to rain. And the entire area is under a flood warning. The ground is saturated.

So is our basement.

What a mess.


I decided that I could worry and be upset about this whole occurrence…

It certainly would be easy to get angry…

But….I’ve been disciplining myself over the past several weeks.

Daily eucharisteo.

Giving thanks.

Is today’s mess frustrating? Yes.

A pain in the neck? Definitely.

It could have been worse.  But, it wasn’t.

Thanks on the good days. Thanks on the not as good days.

Each day there are things to be thankful for.