It’s a mess everywhere I look.
The floors unswept, piles on every surface, toys underfoot as I stumble foggy to the kitchen for some coffee. The day begins with a sigh as I sink into the chair and sip my morning sanity and look for peace around me.
But I don’t find peace.
Just a mess. Signs of life? Fun? Laughter? Perhaps. But that’s not what I see.
I just see work. Work that never ends. Meaningless toil that returns day after day.
I long for peace. For order in my chaos. So I put the toys away and arrange the shelf just-so and put away the dishes once again. Stand in a clean kitchen with a satisfied breath and a feeling of accomplishment.
But then naptime is over and everyone wants a snack and dinner needs to be made and there are dishes and spills and screams and I am undone.
Is it a mess everywhere around me?
Or is it simply a mess within me?
The peace I crave will not come in the form of tidied rooms and bathed, sleeping children. The peace comes as love floods my messy, broken soul. As light shines into the darkness and the darkness does not overcome it.
Order comes when truth speaks over lies, my eyes lifted to see the Word become flesh: the One who took my mess upon Himself and speaks Peace into my tired soul.
For Five Minute Friday with Lisa Jo-Baker. I tried it a couple of weeks ago and it was a liberating boost to my writing slump. Give it a shot? No edits, just five minutes of writing. Who cares if it’s Saturday. 🙂