My family and I were at my sister's house. My brother-in-law came down the stairs asking, "Who put boogers on my wall?" Since his kids are a bit older than mine, one could assume the culprit was one of the Fish boys. Of course, no one fessed up, but we all knew: one of my kids used the wall as a tissue. Welcome to the #boymom life.
I flashed back to the booger incident this morning when I was straightening up one of the boy's rooms. I looked over on the wall under the window and there it was: a booger. I mean. Seriously. One cannot get up and grab a Kleenex? Is that too hard? I guess so.
I remember a friend who knew me well told me I was going to have to get used to having dirty dishes in the sink when I got pregnant with our third child. There is a year between our second and third and she knew the lifestyle I was currently living wasn't going to be a reality once that third baby was born. In my crazy OCD mind, I thought surely I would be able to handle three boys under four and keeping a house clean. I was a stay-at-home mom. What else was I going to do with my day?
Life got busy once number three came along. The boys needed me more than the dishes and my perfectly tidy house was crumbling. All my life I have lived in order. Organization and cleanliness are a drug for me. Give me vacuum lines in the carpet and perfectly coiffed pillows and you've made my day. Motherhood, however, teaches you that there's more to life than a clean kitchen.
The boogers on the wall are a reminder that life needs to be lived. Perfection is not a reality. I can get caught up in organizing the playroom missing out on an opportunity to spend with my family or friends.
I thought when we moved into this house the newness would stay forever. It was a clean slate. New walls. New baseboards. Pee-free bathrooms. I was convinced the house would stay in its pristine condition. And then I woke up.
The reality is that there will be boogers on the walls, Legos on the ground, and unmade beds. I will find Nerf darts on all the out-of-reach ledges forever there becoming home decor.
I have had to embrace the boogers and the mess learning that perfection is not an option.
God isn't calling me to perfection in my home or elsewhere. He is calling me to life. What matters is a life surrendered to Jesus not folded laundry in its proper place.
"until we all attain to the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a mature man, to the measure of the stature which belongs to the fullness of Christ." Ephesians 4:13
"The Rock! His work is perfect, For all His ways are just; A God of faithfulness and without injustice, Righteous and upright is He." Deuteronomy 32:4
Perfection comes thru Christ and Christ alone. Boogers on the wall remind me that chasing after earthly perfection is like chasing after unicorns. It just doesn't exist. But, BUT, there is hope and perfection in Jesus. That's where I reconcile my perfectionist tendencies...in Christ alone.
From now on, when I see boogers on the wall, I'll remember how perfect my life actually is!
Love & Blessings,
Meg
I flashed back to the booger incident this morning when I was straightening up one of the boy's rooms. I looked over on the wall under the window and there it was: a booger. I mean. Seriously. One cannot get up and grab a Kleenex? Is that too hard? I guess so.
I remember a friend who knew me well told me I was going to have to get used to having dirty dishes in the sink when I got pregnant with our third child. There is a year between our second and third and she knew the lifestyle I was currently living wasn't going to be a reality once that third baby was born. In my crazy OCD mind, I thought surely I would be able to handle three boys under four and keeping a house clean. I was a stay-at-home mom. What else was I going to do with my day?
Life got busy once number three came along. The boys needed me more than the dishes and my perfectly tidy house was crumbling. All my life I have lived in order. Organization and cleanliness are a drug for me. Give me vacuum lines in the carpet and perfectly coiffed pillows and you've made my day. Motherhood, however, teaches you that there's more to life than a clean kitchen.
The boogers on the wall are a reminder that life needs to be lived. Perfection is not a reality. I can get caught up in organizing the playroom missing out on an opportunity to spend with my family or friends.
I thought when we moved into this house the newness would stay forever. It was a clean slate. New walls. New baseboards. Pee-free bathrooms. I was convinced the house would stay in its pristine condition. And then I woke up.
The reality is that there will be boogers on the walls, Legos on the ground, and unmade beds. I will find Nerf darts on all the out-of-reach ledges forever there becoming home decor.
I have had to embrace the boogers and the mess learning that perfection is not an option.
God isn't calling me to perfection in my home or elsewhere. He is calling me to life. What matters is a life surrendered to Jesus not folded laundry in its proper place.
"until we all attain to the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a mature man, to the measure of the stature which belongs to the fullness of Christ." Ephesians 4:13
"The Rock! His work is perfect, For all His ways are just; A God of faithfulness and without injustice, Righteous and upright is He." Deuteronomy 32:4
Perfection comes thru Christ and Christ alone. Boogers on the wall remind me that chasing after earthly perfection is like chasing after unicorns. It just doesn't exist. But, BUT, there is hope and perfection in Jesus. That's where I reconcile my perfectionist tendencies...in Christ alone.
From now on, when I see boogers on the wall, I'll remember how perfect my life actually is!
Love & Blessings,
Meg
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