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So as I am attempting to tackle this messy house, I am reminded of how far away our house is from being a "museum house."
You know the ones I am thinking of...everything in its place. No dust anywhere.
How do they do it? And it is just always beautiful.
I still get embarrassed at times when people come over and the house is far from clean.
But then in that moment when I feel bad, I remember what is important to me and my family.
And it reminds me of the Martha/Mary story in the Bible. Where Jesus goes to their house and Martha is busy cleaning and prepping for dinner and Mary is just sitting at his feet.
Martha, of course, is agitated b/c Mary isn't helping her. And Jesus gently informs her that Mary chose wisely. Dirty dishes you will always have...but the Savior's feet to cling to?
Mary chose wisely.
In 30 years, will my kids remember a clean house or will they remember more -the fun mom who loves them and will put almost everything and anything aside just to spend time with them? You bet they will remember the fun mom.
Now, I don't want my kids to grow up to be slobs. It is more than frustrating when you can't find something- and it's just because you can't remember where you (or your spouse) left it last.
There is a level of importance to cleanliness, there really is. But obsess over it? Well, there is a fine line.
My season of a clean house will come, when my kids are too big for "The Biggest Train Track Ever to Go Across the Kitchen Floor!"- but why spoil memories now?
Sure my kitchen is a mess. Be careful how you walk, but what you see is learning and fun in process. And most of the time, it's the Johnson 3 (or 4 depending on if it's a weekend) learning how to be a team, how to work together and how to build a family. And because of our time together, we learn how to love each other better.
And that is more valuable to me then clean baseboards and a shiny floor.
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