SISTER WISDOM

I took a walk this morning, and was so proud for making myself get up and go around the block. In that glow of self-satisfaction (how little it takes for me to get there…), I stepped around the corner and saw our house, our yard, our patio, our garage, our overgrown garden area, our junk, our toys, our mess. The glow turned gray. I walked around and around, I tried to make a plan for making it all disappear.

Pride wants to make a presentation.

I don’t like the clutter. I don’t like the junk. I don’t like the mess and the weeds and the lack and I don’t want to be represented by it.
But you know what?

It does represent me.

It represents the me who chooses not to be angry with her husband because he leaves a pile of lumber in the backyard or doesn’t finish moving something in the garage.

It represents the me who recognizes that there are more important things than appearance, the me who has a vision but is learning patience, the me who has grand hope but is learning humility, the me who is still working on combining the dreaming with the doing.

That is me.

It’s a fair representation and one I won’t become stressed over changing. Things will change with time; we’ll get through our projects, we’ll clean up our messes, we’ll landscape and redo and finish what we’ve begun. In the meantime, things are changing on the inside.

There’s a great work going that is about more than flowers and scrubbed windows and fresh paint on the shutters;

it’s about the face of God being reflected back from the scrubbed-up, shined-up surface of my heart.