Rest in this Blessed Mess

You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought. (Matthew 5:5)



I read something recently about the chaos and relentlessness of having young children. How there are days when you find yourself surrounded by shrieking maniac children and messes all around you. How you just want to sit down in peace and quiet with a cup of tea, but instead you have to put loads of dishes away before emptying the sink into the dishwasher AGAIN.

Rest in it. Be comforted in it.

There will come a day, in the not too distant future, where my little ones will be teenagers. We’ll turn around, and those little tornadoes will be out with friends, dating, doing more on their own trying to manage the freedom that comes with growing up.

I’ll have plenty of time to sit on the couch and put my feet up with a cup of tea. EXCEPT, I won’t be relaxing. I’ll probably be a ball of knots praying for my kids. Wondering if their safe, if they’re doing the right things, standing up to pressures that will undoubtedly surround them. Not just pressures from our world, but the war for their hearts as they face challenges and temptations on their own.

You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule. (Matthew 5:3)

After reading that a few days ago I find it easier to rest in the mess. Rest in the busyness and chaos. Be grateful that this is the challenge right now. Our little ones are mostly in our care with His guidance. There is still time before we feel like we’re drowning in worry. Before our little hearts are walking around outside our body, outside our nest. We are so fortunate to have this time with them. As crazy as it can be. This time is so short and the challenges ahead as parents are many.

You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth. (Matthew 5:13)

You won’t realize when the last lullaby is sung, the final bubble bath is given. Or when the last “boo-boo” needs a kiss. You won’t realize when the last time will be that you’re able to pick up and rock your child to sleep, until their too heavy, too tough, or “too old for that”. It will just all of a sudden be that way.

Rest in this blessed mess.


Thanks to Lisa LaFortune at “Families! Change the World” blog.