My sister calls me Suzy Homemaker.
Sarcastically.
I suppose if you wanted to eat off my floor you could, but I wouldn't advise it. Between 2 dogs and one husband who has hoarding issues, my house is full of movable items. Move this to sit down, move that to get into the spare room, move something else to get to the refrigerator, most recently a compound mitre saw.
(In his defense, he was putting in a new floor...it just took a while!)
There's lots of stuff here. Music equipment, boxes of toys, shelves of books, shoes on the floor, pillows on the couch, candy in the bowl and a random glass or two abandoned on various surfaces.
But there's no place my kids and grandkids would rather be. This is home, clutter and all. There are very few sacred items, and even the guitars are up for grabs if you really want to give it a try. We also have a resuscitated Jazzy, with zero-turn radius capabilities, that makes a great joy ride on a hardwood floor.
I recently commented to my oldest granddaughter, "I don't know why you want to come here all the time. It's a mess, and you have to sleep on that uncomfortable couch..." She just smiled and shrugged "Any house will do Nan, as long as you're in it." She is the same child that once said to me "I get good sleep here."
I realized that was the perfect expression of love, trust and security.
No worries...
As children of the Almighty God, we should feel that exact same way. When our life gets cluttered, when our environment gets a little uncomfortable, we need only look into the face of our loving Lord and say "If you are with me, it's OK." Just because things aren't perfect, doesn't mean His love isn't. Just because pain comes, doesn't mean healing isn't on the way, and just because we don't see them, doesn't mean He doesn't shed tears for us.
I hope my home is always a haven for my children, my grandchildren and all the others that I have adopted through the years. My couch may be cluttered, but my heart is always open and my refrigerator is always full.
I am my Father's daughter...
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