Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery.
We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not.
Today's word: REAL
My daughter's birthday is tomorrow. Today we baked a cake...created beauty and made a mess in the process. This is real.
Real is understanding our messes are what make beauty tangible. Real is living life beside our children and letting them see us fall...and watching as we cry out to the Lord to be lifted up again.
Real is never pretending and always embracing the messy kitchen that is life. Real is setting aside perfection for the sake of grace, striving after our God for the sake of redemption.
Real loving...real living...real mothering means never being afraid to pull out all the dishes, spill cocoa all over the counter and eggs on the floor. Because, at the end of it all...after the messiness dissipates, all that's left is the rising splendor, baking our mistakes and spills into miraculous beauty.
Real memories invade our souls as we make messes and grace raising up our own for His glory. Childhood is fleeting and sometimes we forget the memories and the mess will, someday, be all that is left of now.