Really, this post is about chaos.
And I think the photo demonstrates that fairly well.
And it's funny.
And Leanne said she will only read my posts if they are accompanied by a photo.
Our house is lived in.
And we like that.
But comfortable can ooze into cluttered faster than Bergen can ride a bike down a hill. And cluttered can morph into chaos with a speed faster than Riley's fingers can text.
Last weekend Kevin and I looked around our home.
And it looked like chaos had settled in.
I was tired of messy children's rooms where a child could not play with any particular item if they desired because there were simply too many toys strewn across the floor. Clean laundry was flowing out of the basket and beginning to be contaminated by dirty laundry piled near it.
I wanted a change.
So did Kevin.
And we had a yard sale quickly approaching.
It was the Perfect Storm.
So we organized. Cleaned every nook and cranny. Bagged up all but four stuffed animals per kid. (Veggie Tales, Curious George and Eagle are the only ones who have made the current cut.) We swept. Sorted clothing. Stashed the doll house in the closet for a rainy day. Sold the train table on craigslist. Threw away only what even GoodWill would refuse.
It was hard work.
And the house looked good. Shiny. Clean. Simplified. Clutter-free. You could walk. You could run. Your socks didn't get dirty just walking around the kitchen. Your clothing choices were infinite because every article of clothing was cleaned and neatly folded or hung in the closet.
It was beautiful.
And heartbreakingly short-lived.
It still looks pretty good. It does.
But not pristine.
We had to eat. We had to get dressed. We had to play. We had to live.
One busy weekend later and things are a little misplaced again.
Laundry is dirty. (Why did man ever have to sin in the garden? Nakedness is so much easier to maintain.)
Dishes are in the sink.
Larry and Junior and George are flopped on the floor.
Disorder is always waiting around the corner.
It is always waiting.
And it takes steady, concentrated effort to maintain order.
To push back chaos.
This is true at our house.
And in our relationships.
With our friends. Our spouse. Our children. God.
Steady, concentrated effort to maintain order.
To maintain relationship.
And how quickly it falls apart if we stop.
Even for a weekend.