As I poured my second cup of coffee this morning I glanced around my kitchen and smiled at the remnants of yesterdays activities. While the food is cleared away, there are still a few dishes left in the sink, keys, mail and sunglasses have once again accumulated on the kitchen counter and there's a roll of wrapping paper hanging out on the kitchen table. You know, the usual morning clutter of life is strewn about.
So I decided to take my coffee and head outside to enjoy the quiet backyard garden in the crisp
morning air. The controlled chaos of the flower beds just mirrors my world. Roses, hardy geraniums, penstemon, statice, lobelia and sweet allysum are jumbled all together and bring me such joy.
From my view on the patio, as I gazed out onto the quiet yard, I recalled my precious grandchildren playing noisily on the grass just a couple of days ago.
I remembered my husband and my grandson enjoying some time around the model train in the garage. I strain to hear the life lessons pop-pop has tucked into their everyday conversation.
I know he gets how short the time is that we have with them while they are still little and their minds are sponges to what we have to teach them. Soon enough the ways and views of the world will be upon them but for now...they are all ours.
My life is far from perfect...
The twists and turns that have been thrown in have certainly made the road rocky at times but this morning I can see it clearly...this perfectly imperfect life that is mine was known by Him before time ever came into being. I have struggled to remember that a bit this week. Things have not gone how I planned, in fact I may even have thrown an internal hissy fit while I indulged in a pity party or two.
But this morning as I enjoy the beautiful blooms in the garden, I am clinging to what I know to be true and good and right in my life. My faith calls me to trust the ONE who gave me breath. To remember He has equipped me and His goodness is here among and entwined in every aspect of my imperfect life and that is as close to perfection as I need.
If you liked this reflective post you might enjoy stepping of the treadmill of busyness.
I am joining Stacey from her garden party at Poofing the Pillows.