I wave goodbye and close the door behind the children as
they skip and giggle down the driveway, off to school. I peer at the shelf in
the mud room, tilting my head slightly as an instinctive result of what I see.
With curiosity I stroll past the side table and enter in to the kitchen, spying
the mini-island, glancing past the breakfast bar and on to the remaining
counter surfaces throughout the kitchen. At full glance, I realize that literally
every single counter or table space in my entire kitchen has crumbs on it,
remains from something, someone. I don’t know the exact contents of each morsel
or dropping left behind but it is clear someone has made their mark on our
home.
I demand answers: how in the world does this happen?
I am irritated. I frantically grab
a wash rag to restore my kitchen back to its most perfected form. But as I rub
the wash cloth over each surface and collect the crumbs in my hand, a familiar verse
is brought to mind, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. (Isaiah
55:8)
I question, “Lord, am I to believe that what first appears
to be a “mess” in my perspective may
in fact not be a mess?” Slamming a single fist down on the counter, I
repeat my initial declaration: all of the crumbs left behind IS a “mess”!
Uninvited doubt creeps in and I pause in my frivolous
efforts. Wait. Is there another possibility? Could the crumbs also be an
outward expression of life and vitality in our home? Each child is capable of
making their own lunch. Hard at work they spread and cut, fold and pack. So busy are their little hands and bodies
they don’t even notice the trail left in tow. All they know is the joy of
accomplishing something. Without realizing it, they are each one tiny step
closer to independence and growth in their life as a child.
I relinquish my initial assessment and go back to work; I
complete the task of cleaning up the crumbs but this time with a change of heart.
Prayer: Lord,
thank you for the gift of 5 children. Thank you that they are capable of so
many wonderful things. They are growing up so fast and I know these days are
numbered. Let me treasure them as we work towards seeing life as You see it and
may I always be grateful for the “crumbs” in our lives.
Grateful!
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