The truth as I know it:

We witness a miracle every time a child enters into life. But those who make their journey home across time & miles, growing within the hearts of those who wait to love them, are carried on the wings of destiny and placed among us by God's very own hands. ~~~ Kristi Larson

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Truth Revealed (every dirty bit of it)

My neighbor sent me an e-mail last night. She had accidentally found my blog from a Google search she did on our school district and I guess at some point I made mention of our school district in relation to the weather (another story.) But anyway, she called me this morning to say this, "Ondrea, I had no idea you were so talented. I told my husband to go and read your blog. I can't believe you can do all that you do with four kids. Where do you find the time? And I didn't know you were so spiritual. I had no idea! When I come back in another life, I want to be in your family. Your family looks like so much fun." Now, these are not her EXACT words, but they are something very similar to what she said. So, to that, I must respond. Because if my neighbor, who sees this craziness lived out first hand, thinks I have it all together, then what kind of impression have I left with all of you, who don't see me at school with my hair in a three day pony-tail and mismatched clothing?

First, let me say that the fact that Sharon had no idea I was "so spiritual" just goes to show what a miserable failure I am at the thing that matters the very most in this world, my walk with my Savior! I'm a pit-dweller, of grand proportion, which I have said numberous times. However, I'm obviously not living it out loud that my Lord rescued me from that pit and put me on solid ground. It's ground that still shakes from time to time of my own doing, but He's there holding it together for me. I do not have it all together, in fact, I can't find half of what I thought I had together and but for God I'd be curled up in the fetal position somewhere right now, probably not knowing my own name, much less getting four kids fed and loving my husband. Now, if Sharon does happen to read this post, she is the kind of sweet person who will feel bad that I felt bad about the comment that she obviously meant as a compliment to me. Sharon, stop it! You are an amazing friend and I took it every bit in the spirit in which you said it, but I also know that I left you with the wrong impression because I'm a big fat failure at serving my Redeemer with anything close to what would be appropriate and I want it to be known far and wide that I recognize that!

Second, she asked how I have time to write so much. Well, here's the ugly truth of that little secret:


Enough said about the "laundry topic".

And as for my family being so much fun... well, I'll spare you my kids opinion on that, but I wonder how Liam would have replied to that question yesterday as I was shoving him out the door and yelling, "Run, you're going to miss the bus!"

I want you all to know that I often go days without washing my hair (thus, I keep it long so I can wear a pony-tail!) My laundry looks like this more often than not. My floors are never so clean you could eat off of them, in fact, sometimes I worry about the dog eating off them. We do not have a five second rule at our home, it's "If you get it before the dog does, you can have it." I did pick up spilled blueberries yesterday and put them back in the container before I realized I had scooped as much dog hair (love the Golden Retrievers) as I had blueberries so I was forced to actually wash them before letting my kids eat them. Though to be truthful, I'm sure they've eaten worse. If you come to my house it will most likely be dirty. And if it's not, that's because it's all shoved in the mud room. Don't ever look in there if you want to be invited back. My friends ALL KNOW that adults are NOT ALLOWED upstairs at my house. Seriously! And I warn folks, if you go up, you're on your own, I'm not sending a search party if you don't come back. I procrastinate everything until the very last minute, hoping my hubby might do it for me (like unload the dishwasher, call the insurace company, etc.) and I forget almost every birthday on my calendar. Because I also frequently forget to LOOK at my calendar! I have the attention span of a gnat and it's something I don't know how to fix because every effort at fixing it is quickly diverted into "Oh look, there goes a chicken..." Oh yeah, distraction!

Someone left this verse for me in my comments yesterday and I love it, plus it seems appropriate enough:

2 Samuel 22:29-30
"You are my lamp, O Lord! O my God, you brighten the darkness about me. For with your aid I run against an armed band, and by the help of my God I leap over a wall."


Lindsay said...

At least the pile of clean laundry is bigger ....

Floors clean enough to eat off are over rated anyway. It's why Ikea sell furniture :)

Becky and Keith said...

I just spit my pretzel out while laughing when you were talking about the 5 second rule and the blueberries. WELCOME TO MY HOUSE!!! Whoever gets the stray cat or dog hair on their plate "wins the prize" (somehow that is ALWAYS Alex who doesn't find it as amusing as the rest of us). Your house is JUST like mine and I love it. The pile of clothes on my dresser is folded laundry from a month ago. Need a clean sock? Check the dryer - they'll be in there all week long because I hate folding them. :-) I always knew you were "real" but I love, love how real you are! :-)

Carolynn and Steve said...

Holy cow, Ondrea, I laughed SO HARD! (and, like Becky, I was laughing the hardest about the blueberries and the dog hair..we have cat hair all over right now!) I can so identify with all of this...I still have Christmas decorations up, and the tree was still in the middle of the living room until this weekend. Thank you so much for keeping it real...and for sharing the honest truth, especially about your faith.
Now to stop being distracted by other blogs and get back to work...oh, look, a squirrel outside!
:-) Blessings to you, my spiritual sister!

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Ron and Dinia said...

Too funny, and the photos of the laundry made me laugh out loud. It's posts like this that remind me why "I'm hooked on blogging!"

I'm The Momma, That's Why! said...

I have a lovely sister-in-law. She and her husband decided long ago not to have children. They do have an outdoor cat.

They are always dressed perfectly. Their home is beautiful. Magazine beautiful!

She is one of 9 brothers and sisters. Almost all family gatherings are held in that beautiful home.

Most visitors walk straight through with their kids - to the back screened-in porch. We all worry about scratching up her perfect hardwood floors. You don't want to sit because you might mess up her perfect pillow arrangements!

She sews perfect button-holes and her zippers would make you swoon!

Yes, nice folks - perfect house . . . . NOT a HOME!! The only reason they have a cat is because it takes care of itself!

I would much prefer to visit any HOME - where I could kick off my shoes, laugh, play with the dog. And if I spill something and you said, "Don't worry about it." I would know you meant it!

I think yours is a lovely home!

And I also think that one of the important things about faith and being better at it . . . is in the sharing of it! I've gotten a lot of renewed spirit out of your blog! Part of the faith itself is in not being perfect and KNOWING you're not perfect! God isn't through with us yet.

You're doing it right, if you ask me!

Grannie in Florida

findingourdaughter said...

Thank you for keeping it so real! I'm glad I'm not the only one who is not perfect, LOL.
Always enjoy your blog!
God Bless,
Angie in FL

Anonymous said...

Exposure to germs help the kids build up their immunity. Really, it's a good thing. I'm totally serious!!

Meredith said...

Seriously. You sound JUST like me! Oh how I love when I get lost in blogland and end up reading someone's thoughts that I can so identify with.

Thankful that verse has blessed you too. I cling to it. It's my life verse. I often find myself saying it as I'm running in 5 different directions, can't remember what in the world I'm doing and about to lose it. So, just about every second of the day!

Michelle R said...

You flat out have NOTHING on me. Here you CAN eat off the floor - in fact the neighbor's dog comes over to get meals (not joking).. And when the social worker got up from the sofa after our home visit, she was COVERED in hair. It was horrible! We have never had a maid last 1 year and we have offered to pay whatever they want. On the other hand, I think you have made up for any any proclaiming of the good news with others by A)doing such a wonderful job here and B) single handedly carrying my beat down spirit for a year now (can you believe)..and the work isn't done yet, so clearly I am a hard case.. God gave you a challenge :)