Sometimes a Mess is for the Best.

This was what the coffee table looked like Saturday morning.

I woke up Saturday morning with one of those killer sinus headaches that makes you want to cry. My head was pounding as I took a couple of ibuprofen, a couple of Sudafed and sipped a cup of coffee. I didn’t even feel like sitting at the table, so I slowly trudged to my couch. As I sat down, the clutter above greeted me.

I asked my darling son the evening before, to please put away all of the art supplies he was dragging out when he was done.  He obviously didn’t. To be honest, I was only mildly annoyed because my head hurt so badly.

My hubby had just been diagnosed with a case of Shingles, so he was already up. It’s kind of uncomfortable to lie flat when you have Shingles. When I asked how he was feeling, he told me it wasn’t that bad as long as he didn’t think about it. I was thinking that a day sitting in the recliner watching television was not likely to keep his mind very occupied. Then, my son came downstairs with a book.

This represents a day of keeping my hubby’s mind occupied.

It wasn’t just any book. It was a book of my brother’s from 1989. My son just loves to “borrow” things when we visit my parents and this was one of those things. It doesn’t look like much, does it?

My hubby and my son spent the entire day Saturday, building airplanes. I think they tried every design in the book. They would make them and then test them. They used different weights of paper from construction to card stock and everything in between. Sometimes they would add a paperclip for weight or they would put tape on them.

Then of course, my son, ever the artist, had some dynamite designs for them. There were aliens on some. They had call signs. There were evil ones and good ones and neutral ones.

He needed all of the art supplies that he had left out in order to work on the father and son masterpieces. Did it really matter that they had stayed out overnight?

These were some of the best ones that flew well and got designs.

As I buzzed around on Saturday, doing laundry and washing dogs, I found myself thanking God for the little workshop in my den. Shingles can be horribly painful. Kids can be loud and uncooperative, but this day, the harmony between father and son was such a blessing. The day passed by and my hubby had little discomfort. My son had a ball and ended up with a small squadron of paper airplanes.

As I watch for God in the world around me, I’ve no doubt that His hand was on my family on Saturday. I’ve no doubt that His hand was on my twelve-year-old who left his supplies out and I’ve no doubt that His hand was on a mommy who figured out that sometimes a mess is for the best.

Life is so short and precious, I’m trying to appreciate every last drop. Care to join me? I’d love to hear what you think.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂