I spent a good long time pulling trash from my car this morning. Wrappers from after-school snacks. Drink cups from I don’t know when. Work and school papers no longer needed. Filled a pretty good-sized bag. How does it get that way? Life. Pure and simple, it’s life.
We recently had someone visit our home who has known us a very short time. After she left, I looked around and saw things through her eyes. Because I kind of forgot that laundry baskets aren’t usually home decor. (Though mine was piled so precariously, I beg to claim it’s really more of an art piece.) And that 3 big dogs greeting you at the door is not how everyone comes home. My bathroom under remodel? Ok, so that could look like a mess to someone else. Everyday stuff for me. Thankfully, I just laughed and laughed. “We looked so normal before she came to our house,” I told my husband.
My car. My house. My life.
It’s not orderly. It’s not organized. It’s not even very clean most days.
But it’s Real. And it’s Blessed.
Join the 5-minute movement at The Gypsy Momma in her 5-Minute Friday challenge. Each week she posts a word. Set your timer for 5 minutes and just write. No stopping. No editing. Only 5 minutes. Just my style!