Our house looks like a renovation explosion... and it's looked that way for over a month. The lady of the house {ahem, that would be me} is weary and prone to a bit more crankiness than usual.
With yesterday's realization fresh on my mind, the new counters may not be ready for installation for three more weeks, I wearily dropped into a chair this afternoon. As I sat among saw horses and paint cans, drop cloths and ladders, it was a blessing to find some beauty among the disarray.
Life is like that, isn't it? Things can get messy, really messy, making it hard to see the bits of beauty, but they're there... tender mercies from the Father, reminders of His presence. He can give us eyes and hearts to see His blessed fingerprints, even in the messiest of messes.
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