A (Not-So-Early) Morning Prayer of Un-Domesticity

A (Not-So-Early) Morning Prayer of Un-Domesticity

{This is a re-post from my previous blog, Rewards of the Simple Life. It's one of the outcomes of my journaling over the summer about learning to find contentment in the everyday moments of life.}

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As I look at the pile of dishes ever-growing on the counters,

the assorted mugs, teacups, and glasses abandoned on once empty surfaces,

and the general feeling of dishevelment,

I am reminded

that I am no domestic goddess;

no Martha Stewart,

Rachel Ray, 

or Pioneer Woman.

I am just me.

And although being me means that there will not be perfect order,

perfectly cooked meals

or promptly cleaned up spills,

it does mean that I am being true to who I am made to be,

which somehow at the same time, allows me to grow into

what I'm not quite

...yet.

I have been made by One whose vision for me is wider

than the state 

of my countertops

or the clarity of my thoughts (or window panes!);

whose call to me is found 

outside 

of my own imperfections,

a call to grasp this day as an opportunity

an opportunity to love

to embrace change

to reach out to a neighbor

and to do what I can do,

while asking for help at every turn

along the way.

Thank You

that You do not call me to be perfect, successful, or domestic;

as Mother Teresa said,

You just call me to be

faithful.