The Sounds of My Life!

My house is filled tonight with the sweet sounds of my husband and child loudly playing in the playroom. The squeals and the shouts emanating from that room are so precious to me this evening. Those sounds are precious to me everyday, but tonight they are making my heart melt.

Earlier this evening, as I was clearing the table after dinner and gazing around my home, I was hit with a thought. This house is basically a toy store, a wrecked toy store! Santa and grandparents (and my husband and I as well) have left a wake of toys, dolls, marble runs, racetracks, and stuffed animals that I will be trying to find a home for at least for the next month. For a brief moment, I was distraught. I was miffed that my once neat and tidy home was now virtually a disaster area. What once was a decent sized home, now seems to be cramped, and much too small for the three people that live here. Suddenly, almost as if God Himself spoke directly into my ear, I stopped and I flashed on memories of Christmases past. Remembrances of sadness at the end of a day filled with presents for my husband and I, wishes come true, all but one. I remembered the quiet, empty sound of my home after such a Christmas. I remembered how long I had begged, pleaded and demanded a child from my God. I remembered that once, all I wanted was a huge mess such as this one, on Christmas Day. I had to sit down and stop my thoughts. I immediately stopped the complaining voice in my head. The dishes got done with tears in my eyes as I stilled to listen to the once empty house, now alive with the sounds of my husband and little girl, happily playing with every toy good ole Santa had brought. Thoughts of thankfulness filled my soul.

I am thankful for my noisy, house, the mess, and toys with many parts strewn all over my living room, kitchen table, hallway and dining room. I stand here as a woman blessed beyond all measure. There is a woman a few states away that gave me a great gift, three years ago, a gift I will never be able to repay, and every time I look at my daughter, I know how blessed I am. Here’s hoping I can remember this next time I look around my much lived in home.