I really don't like messiness. In fact, I'm kinda like that robot-maid on the Jetsons. Always cleaning things. Or the little cleaning-bot on the Wall-e movie, chasing everybody around with a broom and dust pan. Is it sad that I identified with that character the most? ;)
I compulsively straighten crooked things and I cannot stand a crunchy kitchen floor. Hence the broom.
And I do enjoy the calm after the storm (also known as bedtime) when chores are done and things are quiet.
I have learned how quickly the storm passes.
And I have learned that messes like these...
produce works of art like these...
And so this Thanksgiving week, as I passed by my messy table and was about to call the mess-makers to come put it all away, I realized the mess itself is a blessing. It means my life is full of happy, noisy, active, laughing, yelling, growing, hugging, sharing, learning people. And I am so blessed to have them with me all the time. I took a moment to absorb the blessing of the messy table. And then I called them to come clean it up.
May you have a wonderful day filled with counting your blessings.
Even the messes.