Every so often I hit this place of looking around me and taking stock of everything that is off kilter, and I stop living joyfully. My current thief of joy is the state of my home.
The cat has shredded my leather furniture. It has become her scratching post when we aren’t looking, and sometimes when we are. I’m watching you, kitty!
Our walls need a new coat of paint, and truth be told the first coat of paint was never completed. There are little holes in our walls here and there from living, or I should say our children’s idea of living.
Our fabric dining room chairs have been ruined by spills. Sometimes I have that, “I can’t have anything nice!” moment. You know the one.
There are so many minor things that need attention. And where is this time to devote towards making changes? Not to mention the money it costs to do it.
I just want a clean slate sometimes. I want to toss all the things, and start over.
As life has it, there are always those little moments of remembering what really matters. That there are joys all around us if we have the eyes to see them. I need to train my eyes to see past tatters, tears, marred walls, and cramped spaces.
I will endeavor to deal with clutter, and make changes where I can. But, I know the real enemy is the clutter of the heart, that tends to measure blessings with the world’s cup.
If I had a bigger house… If I had couches that were not torn… If I could paint the walls…
These things are nice, but do they bring the happy? Momentarily, perhaps.
I’d much rather fulfillment than happy. I’d much rather moments than things.
These I have in abundance.
The tatters, and tears are signs of life lived. Of learning within our walls. Of loving God’s creatures. Of the fleeting years with the three greatest possessions we have been given.
It’s not about perfect.