The Mission Is Messy

I have onion sets and pumpkin seeds, a kitchen with a sandy floor and a banana peel graveyard on my counter.

The sun filters in through smudged windows, stained glass made from small hand prints and squirt guns.

The house is never clean enough, the coffee is never strong enough, my night is never long enough, and I’m getting used to shortages. I’m getting used to dependence.

grass is evil. the end.

The scattered sand used to bother me, the testimony to failure. Now I see the mess and I think I’ve accomplished something. Sandy floors signify a full life. I don’t know where my broom is but I know where my friend is, and she’s next to me and she doesn’t say anything about the sand because we all need friends more than we need floors.

I will tell her to take some onion sets and pumpkin seeds, take some stale Easter candy. Sit by me awhile and let’s forget about our shortages while we snack on crusty Milky Ways and talk about temper tantrums. Β I’ll clean up later, I’ll plant pumpkins soon, and we’ll hold hands through our failures because that’s what God has called us to do.

20 thoughts on “The Mission Is Messy

  1. I don't know how many times I have wished to be a young mom the same time as you, and that we were neighbors having coffee together. You would've done me a world of good. Keep up your well doing. xox


  2. ***we'll hold hands through our failures because that's what God has called us to do.*** this, just this. hold my hand beautiful friend because i am a stinking failure…


  3. YES….someone said to me at church this weekend 'wow…after I left your house I said to my husband “Why do I always choose friends with such clean houses”. She was saying that being with me, in my home made her feel inadequate. The funny thing? I had spent the whole morning stressing out about her coming, shushing my children, plugging them in to keep them from making a mess. How screwed up is that? People need to see our real or it makes them feel bad. I love seeing dust bunnies and messes and overflowing garbages when I stop by….It helps me feel less alone.
    Miss you friend!!!


  4. I love everything about this post. My dirty floors and bathroom mirrors with toddler water/toothpaste splatters are my testimony to a full life. Wish I knew you in real life – I'm always up for good conversation involving Milky Ways and tantrum discussion.


  5. Your prose ignites a yearning to know you in IRL! I'd drive over and introduce myself as “friend” and we could sip coffee and watch life stream around us. And eat 9 month old snicker's bites. A little dirt helps everything grow, doesn't it? Especially friendships. How blessed your local friends are!


  6. “The scattered sand used to bother me, the testimony to failure. Now I see the mess and I think I've accomplished something. Sandy floors signify a full life.”
    LOVE this! The way my perspective has changed about these things over time. It is liberating in so many ways and it makes me focus on what really is at the heart of life. What really matters.
    Beautiful, funny real post πŸ™‚


  7. ummm…i think we may be best friends living miles apart from each other. just sayin'. my house looks and sounds and you know what? i'm not ashamed of that. loved this line – “because we all need friends more than we need floors.” – but you knew I would. because we're best friends and all πŸ™‚ {expect your part of the broken heart friend necklace in the mail….just as soon as i find under what pile it got trapped under! πŸ™‚ }


  8. The messes do show us that we have “accomplished something”. Something so very much bigger than cleaning the floor. Right?
    Loved this. So glad to be here today. πŸ™‚


  9. I love this reminder that we need to stop worry about our things being just so and being THERE for each other. What wonderful memories you have!!

    Also, thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment.


  10. I feel like I say the same thing every time, but, once again, love it! Beautiful! Hang in there, J. The baby years will be over in a flash. Each season has its perks. πŸ™‚


  11. I wish I would have learned sooner to embrace the mess instead of stressing over it. I never wanted anyone to see my less than perfect, now I see how important it is tell let people see the clean and the messy. God Bless!


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