I fear I may have misled some of you who know me solely from the great and wonderful world of blogging. When I say my house is a mess and I feel as though I am drowning, it is my own somewhat exaggerated way of coping. You may even step into my house someday and say, "Woman, what is your problem?! Your house is lived in, what do you expect?" The thing is, my house is lived in 24/7, so nothing we clean stays neat for longer than 10 minutes. Rewind the clock 25 years and you would have found the rim of my toilet bowl sparkling, dustless furniture, and a lintless carpet. "For everything a place and everything in its place." Few items were ever lost, I knew where everything was, only my toddler son's face was dirty, the house was spotless. (See # 15) Enter 6 more children, several pets, a decision to homeschool, and my husband's homebased business. I have fought valiently to preserve my sanity. I have thrown, tossed, bagged and burned. I have endeavored to keep clutter from overtaking necessity and found it is a never ending battle. Sometimes I get tired. Yesterday the knot in the end of my rope came untied and the beads were crashing to the ground. Today is another day, the storm clouds are rolling in from the west bringing some much needed rain, and I plan to attack my dresser drawers which are in dire need of relief. Maybe I'll finally be able to put all my clothes away!
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.