We are thriving here
On an average Wednesday morning I heard a squeal of delight coming from the bathroom, where Eli had gone to comb his hair. "Mom! Come look what I found!"
I was almost, but not really, as pleased as Eli was to discover a tiny green sprout peeking out from the overflow drain in the sink.
For a split second, my brain tried to tell me how disgusting it is to have a sink dirty enough that something can GROW there!
But before that thought could even take root, I chose a different one. I decided that I love that I have the kind of home where people (and plants, apparently) are thriving.
I reminded myself that life is welcome here, in all its messiness. I want my home to be a safe place for the people I love to settle in, put down their roots, and begin to grow- always reaching toward the light.
I love the freedom of knowing I can just choose to think and feel anything I want to! Consciously choosing our thoughts really is the ultimate exercise in using our God- given agency.
There may be people out there with bathroom sinks so sanitary that this could never happen. That's OK with me. I am content with my home and my life just the way it is. I actually loved my little green reminder that we are thriving here.
Christi
*Several years ago my wise cousin (who had an experience similar to mine) wrote a Mother's Day essay called "Seeds grow in dirt." I love it so much! Here is a link for some high quality reading

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