"The Lord is merciful and gracious,
slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love." Psalm 103:8
I am trying to find some shred of a nesting instinct.
I think it's in there somewhere, but LORD HAVE MERCY, if I wouldn't just rather wallow around in the mess and drink hot chocolate and eat store-bought, processed queso and chips and pretend we're a house full of piggies.
I'm messy. My house is messy. And, I'm waiting for some magical kind of "feeling" to bolster me out of it and snap away the mess in a Mary Poppins-esque sing-songy jubilee.
I am, however, trying to stay on top of the papers. Because the papers show no mercy if you let them go and the process of digging out from underneath them is more than even this piggy can bear.
I was sorting and stacking and filing and lamenting the fact that no matter how fast and furiously I pedal on this bicycle of motherhood, I will never escape all of my messes around here. The laundry will never be done. The dishes will always pile up and I'll still find cobwebs up high where the walls meet.
Shaking my head, I looked down at this. An older paper that Jack brought home from school. Very simply and appropriately titled, "Daddy".
There are a million things I love about it. Not the least of which is that this boy loves his Dad.
As I smiled and read through all that was written on it - the misspelled words, the eraser marks, the little "mistakes" in capitalization and punctuation - it was the last line that caused me to pause. It pierced right through me.
"What I love most about my Daddy is that he loves me."
How incredibly simple.
There I sat staring at that paper. Amidst my messes. Looking around at all that I'm not. Staring at my failures and shortcomings as evidenced by my messy house and messy everything else and in those words, I felt God's love jump right off the page at me.
What I love most about my Daddy is that he's proud of me when I do a really good job.
No. Not a chance.
What I love most about my Daddy is that he loves me.
Is that He loves me.
God loves me. Simply because I am His.
Accepts me. Cherishes me. Has a heart to see me grow, but is infinitely patient with my struggles.
How incredibly simple.
Jack sees this in his Dad. Modeled in tangible, everyday expressions of love.
May knowing of God's steadfast love for me be enough for this messy girl today.
May it be enough for you, too.