Monday, March 31, 2014

Dirty Stove Top | My Stone Collective

There's a quote I've seen float around Facebook and Pinterest every now and then that says, "Excuse the mess, we live here." Have you seen that one? I chort to myself when I see it because, man oh man, is it true.

My stove top is often neglected in the "hurry clean the house someone's coming over!" bustle. You know exactly what I'm talking about right? The floor gets vacuumed, shelves get dusted (or something like it), pillows get fluffed and toilets get wiped, but rarely does my stove get attended to.

The other day a friend of mine came over and as she walked into my tiny kitchen, I cringed at the sight of my stove top. Dang it. I thought. I made a casual joke about Ty and I always fighting over who has to clean the stove and so it rarely gets done. haha. chuckle chuckle. please don't judge me. 

We went on about our day but I couldn't get that moment out of my head.

Why was I so ashamed about my stove top being dirty? Was it because of the fact that it was dirty or  because maybe I thought it represented me? My laziness. My inability to become anything domestic. I mean, the food on the stove wasn't even there because I cooked last...Ty did. He's normally the one who cooked last.


That was it. That dirty stove, in that moment, beamed like a spotlight of what I considered failure.

You don't clean enough Jules. Cooking? Forget about it. You'll never be a good housewife. 

Discouragement. Disappointment.

And then I remembered my calling. My promise to God and my family.
"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and soul and might. These words, which I am commanding you today, shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your sons and shall talk of them when you sit in your house and when you walk by the way and when you lie down and when you rise up. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand and they shall be as frontals on your forehead. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates."Deuteronomy 6:5-9
I wasn't called to be the perfect wife or mother or chef or house tidier. I wasn't called to perfection at all.

I was called to live.

Live fully and freely and in a way that would honor and love my God. I was called to live in such a way that His grace and love and hope would be natural verbs of my life.

I was called to talk about Him, to my husband and my girl and everyone that comes in that front door.

Into my messy kitchen.

Yes, I was called live, and my dirty stove reminded me that I lived that day. It is my Ebenezer stone that reminded me I fed, I nurtured, and I enjoyed doing it.

Are you too, easily ashamed of piece of your home? How about we learn to not be ashamed together?  Let's learn to be alive, together.
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