It’s never quite perfect around here. There’s always stuff on the kitchen table. There’s always something I haven’t found a home for on the counters. There’s always something waiting to be put away on the steps and the mantle is never pristine. The house is never immaculate or trendy and there are a lot of scuffed edges and projects waiting to be tackled.
I struggle with this – the desire for a beautiful home, for a little more taste and style and a little more care about it all in general. I’d love to have that shining, beautiful, welcoming home. I’d also like to be that shining, beautiful, welcoming person.
I get sucked into blogs and pictures of those homes and those people – you know the ones. The ones who have the taste and the budget. The ones who have the time and maybe quite a few more years of experience (usually, when I stop to think of it – none of them work day jobs or are in the baby/preschooler years of their families anymore). I think what a beautiful way for my inner life to shine thru to my outer life. If people want to emulate the outer side of my life, they can be drawn to what’s deep down.
One of my books for Lent is a little work called “Life and Holiness” by Thomas Merton and I think I’ve read his chapter called “An Imperfect Ideal” half a dozen times already.