I cried on the toilet while I told my husband about the laundry that lurked up on me. I was so overwhelmed by messes. My children were naughty. My house was embarrassing. The boys splashed happily in the shower while I cried about socks.
Everything felt soggy.
I know God keeps our tears in bottles, and there are times I think He must like salt water, with all the tears that the world sheds, each week, each day. We are water.
My children cry over matchbox cars and missed turns and I cry over socks and spills and we all cry for the important things, and all things are important.
I cried in church too, a little bit.
And the preacher said God's will for our life is to follow Him. It's not a destination. It's not retirement, or children leaving home. It's not a clean, sparkling house or a fresh batch of cookies. God's will can be found even in the messy places, because He lives there too.
"If you love me you will keep my commandments."
Don't just Do.
Be the person that follows Jesus in every place, in every circumstance.
The overwhelming feeling of failure slowly dripped off, and I picked up a sock and told myself the truth: God cares about people, not footwear and floorpolish.
When it's raining, and your children are sick and your socks are unmatched and smell like sour earth, be the Mother that shows Jesus love. Your mission is here. Your mission is now.
Love through the laundry, the tears, and the rain.
Because, Jesus meets us in our mess, on rainy days especially.