Wednesday tales..no wait it's THURSDAY!!

I'm a Company Girl.....if you visit Rachel Anne here you can become one too. Yesterday's schedule was one step that Rachel Anne encouraged us to do to find a realistic way to get our lives in order... I have to say ladies, that the one made on my blog made me want to hide not only under the cover's but under the bed knowing that it didn't even begin to handle many of the activities I still have to get done as wife, mother, and business owner.
The sign on my desk says it all where that schedule is concerned:

When a herd of teenagers arrived to my home after a Christian concert last night very unexpectedly at 9 p.m., that was me with less than a minute's warning they were coming grabbing the dirty clothes out of son's bathroom, spraying fanatically the counter top and sink in fear of what might be growing there, while directing a sleepy child to "fix" the den couch...where she had left her herd of plastic horses......not exactly the lovely I hoped to be.

So anyone who might feel they were not as together as that schedule implies I am.....well, let's just say the grass always looks more organized on the neighbor's lawn....at least from a far away perspective...living that life, I am surely fumbling regularly and often.....But the important thing is that we're trying....and that the house did enjoy the excitement of the concert, the fun of a new puppy they were coming to see...

and not so much the track of footprints they drifted in from a rainy night.....first things first....loving them for coming, making them welcome while they were here, and letting them know, despite all my personal messes, they are welcome.

I think I am often that way with God. I think I'm too childish, too sinful, to messed up to let Him come on in. Truth is, he doesn't care if I have failed, He wants to forgive me. He doesn't judge that I had a Mt. Washmore pile as we chatted....He simply wants to help give me the zeal to face it...His energy, His peace, His comfort.....He wants to share it all right where I am.This morning, I saw the cups and remainders of an hour well lived by my son and his friends....I smiled as I thought "that'll teach me for having a pajama night by 8 p.m." and yet I wouldn't trade those moments for the world. I want them here, I want them to know they can always share their world here....happy or devestated...aren't those the only two teenaged emotions? :)

God is good....and I am thankful this morning that even when I am not as together or as capable as I want to be, He still loves me.