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July 7, 2014
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Love covers a multitude of spills | Moms

One of my biggest challenges as a Type A stay-at-home mom is to not cry over spilled milk. Literally.

My kids have found an awful lot of places to spill (or spit, or dump) it. Some days it just pushes me over the edge.


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Earlier, I walked into the kitchen to find that one of my children had covered the counters and everything on them with water from the sprayer on the sink.

I cleaned it up wondering why this gets to me every single time.

After cleaning the mess, I took the kids outside so they could play in actual sprinklers instead of ones they made in the house.

Later, as I was prepping vegetables for dinner, I found myself admiring the clean countertops.

As a result of the mess, I had not only wiped the water off the counters, but also underneath all of the small appliances, cleaning out the crumbs from beneath the toaster, wiping down the Kitchen Aid mixer.

I smiled then to realize just how many places I have deep cleaned as a result of my children, often places I never would have touched otherwise.

The floor underneath my refrigerator is perfectly clean, thanks to a child who tried to pour his own milk (more than once). The inside has also been deep cleaned a few extra times for the same reason.

The outside of my windows are clean thanks to the sunscreen that was sprayed all over them.

My garden window has been deep cleaned as a result of sprayed water from the sink.

The dogs have had extra baths after being covered in ranch dressing and diaper cream.

While I do the surface cleaning every day, the deep cleaning is often a result of my children’s experiments.

While deep cleaning my house, God has also been scrubbing away at my heart, cleaning places that would not have been reached otherwise, teaching me to love more deeply.

It is easy to love when my children are being sweet. It is difficult when they are being defiant.

I recently read this beautiful poem and it has stuck with me in these situations.

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
but have not love, I am a housekeeper–not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
but have not love, my children learn cleanliness–not godliness.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child’s laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through the trials.
Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.
Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child,
then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation’s message to a child’s heart.

Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God’s perfection of my child.
As a mother, there is much I must teach my child,
but the greatest of all is love.

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My children need to see me acting in love when they most challenge me. They need to see me diligently teaching and correcting out of love, not frustration.

Love sees the mess and looks to instruct the hearts of both parent and child.

Love covers a multitude of spills.

The dogs have had extra baths after being covered in ranch dressing and diaper cream.


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