I’m not kidding when I tell you the house is messy. That may be more of a euphemism than anything else. Life feels out of whack in general. In my head, in my home, in my heart. I’ve been too exhausted to even look at it. So I’ve granted myself some ‘Mary time’ and rested. The chaos will still be there when I’m feeling better.
A moment of inspiration. A wee burst of ‘oomph’. The dishwasher is emptied. The stack of dirty dishes on the bench shrinks as I reload.
While I’m up I might as well see what else can be done. It’s not really all that hard to carry the dirty clothes basket to the laundry and pile stuff into the machine.
Yesterday these tasks were more than I could handle. Today the rhythm of the machines (may God mightily bless the inventors thereof) is music to my soul. The mess is unraveling, shrinking, quietening down. Giving way to order, a fresh start, and peace.
Now, your turn…