It is at this hour of the day when I am on fumes\u2026 \u00a0 Thus, when a mom wants to avoid a messy kitchen, why not write about said messy kitchen?!<\/p>\n
If you were to teleport yourselves to my home at the moment, you would find atmospheric stillness\u2013the kids are at rest, but in their wake, the wake of a long day of fun and play, you\u2019d find tumult. \u00a0The kitchen has a frantic feel to it, a not-so-distant memory of the mother who hurriedly put together dinner without nary a thought of the later clean-up. \u00a0Yes, we ate on time, but no, I don\u2019t even want to look at the aftermath.<\/p>\n
The living room floor is strewn with the remainder of toys left from our quasi-clean (the ones I didn\u2019t make them address on their way up the stairs\u2026 \u00a0\u201cGrab 7 football helmets and place them in the bin!\u201d) \u00a0There are throw pillows amidst and a random coat sitting on the step on its way up to the laundry room for a cleaning. \u00a0My purse is on the floor surrounded by various and sundry \u201cimportant\u201d items (like the empty vacuum cleaner bag holder I\u2019ve saved to remember which kind we need when I\u2019m out at the store). \u00a0Very<\/em> important things, mind you.<\/p>\n When my husband walks through the door this evening (from a very long, tiring day at the office) I will pity his poor, tired eyes for what they will befall. \u00a0Home chaos is never fun to live among, nor is it the kind of peaceful greeting I hope to offer him at first glance.<\/p>\n And yet here I am, on fumes, on the computer\u2026 though I know conquering my nightly cleaning is the best gift I could give myself tomorrow. \u00a0It is the most wonderful stewardship of my droplets of energy remaining. \u00a0It will bless me over and over again in the morning hours and will breed new life come afternoon and evening again tomorrow. \u00a0It is essential.<\/p>\n Talking with a friend the other day, I commented to her how blessed we\u2019ve been by our evening clean-ups; how they\u2019ve been bits of God\u2019s Grace to our family after adding a new baby. \u00a0I like to call it, \u201cGetting Us Back to Status Quo.\u201d \u00a0She called it something much more beautiful\u2013\u201cPutting One\u2019s Home to Rest\u201d. \u00a0Oh, it just makes me feel good saying it. \u00a0\u201cPutting one\u2019s home to rest.\u201d \u00a0Don\u2019t you feel at peace already?<\/p>\n God, you have granted me the blessings of life and family and treasure and health. \u00a0Help me cherish these things, over and over, again and again, night after night. \u00a0To rest I put you. \u00a0To rest I leave you. \u00a0To rest I greet you.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It is at this hour of the day when I am on fumes\u2026 \u00a0 Thus, when a mom wants to avoid a messy kitchen, why not write about said messy kitchen?! If you were to teleport yourselves to my home at the moment, you would find atmospheric stillness\u2013the kids are at rest, but in their […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":730,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2402","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n