Finding calm in the chaos

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I’m going to be honest... I have written and rewritten this post many times. I’ve been sitting on it for a good week but I finally feel like God has worked in me to make this post what he wanted it to be. So here goes...

I haven’t learned to be a mom that’s cool with chaos yet. I’m sure my time is coming when all the brightly colored toys scattered among my living room floor won’t bother me. A time when the dishes sit in the sink, the laundry piles up, and we order take out for the 3rd night in a row - because I chose to focus more on my family than I did on a perfect home. But if I’m being honest - I want both. I want to focus on my family while providing a clean home and home cooked meals and I’m struggling to find order in the chaos. 

I wonder why I’m like this.... why does it bother me when things aren’t washed, dried, and folded - oh, and put away! Why can’t I just leave the dishes in the sink? Why do things have to be in order? And then I turn to scripture....

Did you know, when Jesus rose from the grave - he folded the cloth his head was wrapped in before he left? John chapter 20:7 says “The wrapping that had been on his head was not lying with the linen cloths but was folded up in a separate place by itself.”

Hmm. Neatly folded and then put in a specific place.... no wonder I like order and tidiness. So does Jesus. I am this way because God made me this way - and he made me in his image.

I know I’m still new to being a mom and I’ll figure out my rhythm in this new chapter. But what I do know is only God can give me order to my cluttered life, and only he can settle my heart to be content in whatever season I find myself in. But I do need to free myself of distractions and clutter so I can focus on Christ and what he has planned for my days. The point is whether I’m able to do a little or do a lot - as long as I’m doing it for Jesus - that’s all that matters. 

xo - A

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