I had great intentions to clean out my bathroom drawers today, then underneath the sinks and of course finish up by tackling my kids bathroom cabinets.
Then life happened. 😉 My kids were home on a two-hour delay from school, I had a painter and carpet cleaners working on my house, needed to get together a new nacho recipe to share (watch for the post tomorrow), the PPP site decided to quit for about an hour (ugh!) and my kids all have a slew of activities from 2:30-9 tonight.
Something had to give, so I thought I'd share this old post as an encouragement to you. My friend Shannon and I shared this thought when talking a few years ago, and I'm betting a few other folks struggle with it just like we do! Even if you're a slightly un-organized mess like we are some days, God has a good plan for you. 😉
Do you ever watch another mom who seemingly has it all together and feel simply overwhelmed? Do you look at someone else's cute clothes, cute shoes, cute kids and (of course) super organized life and think . . . Why can't I be like that?
I know. I do that too.
My kids are rowdy, my husband is fantastic (but also loud, boisterous, and slightly prone to holler at drivers that don't drive correctly . . . ~ahem~), and I've managed to miss exactly three appointments in the last two months because I simply don't seem to have a grasp on all there is to do each day.
I'll never be PTA president (ummmmm . . . which really is just fine by me), I barely keep up with the very few volunteer jobs that I do, and my daughter has convinced me that I'm the only mom in the whole school who doesn't plan a weekly lunch date with their child.
But, you know what? I've come to the conclusion that it's okay that I can't keep up. My children are fed each day, my laundry is (usually . . .) caught up, no one has been eaten by the dust bunnies in our home (yet), and when my kids have a rough day, all they want to do is come home to hang out with me. (Mess that I am and all . . . isn't that just nuts?)
They don't care that my clothes aren't super cute, they don't even notice that I own shoes (much less whether they're highly fashionable or not), and they're each pretty sure that they're kinda cute themselves.
I'm never going to be that girl . . . and I have a sneaky suspicion that even that momma doesn't feel all that on top of things herself. So instead, I've got to work on being the best (unorganized, chaotic, very excitable, and a wee bit nuts) girl that I can be . . . even if that doesn't look like what I would choose most days in the mirror. Deep down inside, my heart wants to do good, desires to help others, and yearns to be a momma who shares a glimpse of God's own heart with her children.
And my guess is that He's not all that concerned with how I look on the outside or just how organized I am, but rather He's taking a peek at the inside of my heart to see the real me (which needs so much more work than the outside even!) So, it's really okay that I'm a mess (I promise!), because ~ thank goodness~ He's got work to do on me yet.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9