The curtains touch the floor and don't sway to the sound of rushing wind today. The windows are closed to keep out the cold and two little shelties sit in the sun-spots in our bedroom to stay warm. They have found a secret muddy place in our backyard and choose to entertain themselves by making their paws as dirty as possible.
The nursery is waiting for me to come and organize the crocheted blankets that our little one has been given. A bag needs to be packed for his arrival which seems to be coming at a speed I didn't anticipate. My white desk has tiny scuffs from projects past and present and I'm not sure if I have ever vacuumed the office. Surely I have. But there is no evidence of that sort of effort.
And there are flowers. Spring.
The lack of my ideal day has left me longing this week. For my ideal day. For open windows and the smell of laundry. I have wanted to trade my back aches for a run through our town and the spot-covered floors for ones that shine. And then, this morning while I was staring at the towering laundry, I was reminded yet again that I don't have to wait for something to be perfect to live.
Spring is coming. And my heart longs to see the trees come alive with vibrant greens and the roses burst into life under the sun. But me? My spring is already here. So I don't have to wait for spring to come alive.
I am going to enjoy every little unexpected event and that includes unorganized spaces and the unknowns of raising children. I'm choosing overflowing joy because of the life I have been given in Christ. Imperfection is not what limits me. Imperfection is an invitation to joy. And to life.
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