I walked onto my backporch today,
feeling frustrated and overwhelmed,
shoes that should have been put away,
a guitar case, jars to go back to the cellar,
boxes to be thrown away and oh, you know...
"Mutter, mutter, mutter."
"These kids...WHY can't they clean up their messes?"
"WHY can't they even SEE their messes?"
"We've worked on this type of thing for YEARS!"
Now, I know that many people do not believe that
God talks to people today,
but I have not found it so in my life.
His Spirit speaks to mine, and mid-mutter these words
were impressed upon my soul:
"Why do you obsess over this?
Why do you care what other people think, so much?
I don't care about this. This clutter bothers you,
but it doesn't bother ME at all."
Hmmm. Caught up short, again.
Confusing peripheral things with important things, again.
Yes, a lack of clutter and a clean house make
our lives run more smoothly...
but it's not more important than
the people that live inside.
When will I learn?
A little bit more today, I hope.