Exposed

"my home is not presentable, but you are welcome here. My life is not composed, but you are invited in... i will pray for you, i will share with you, you- you are my friend."

If you came to my door today, you would have looked in to chaos. I dropped a lot of balls today in my proverbial juggling act. There was just too much to juggle. My little ones have the stomach flu. The three year old is clingy and attitudes are plummeting all around. It's the beginning of summer and the kids are stuck inside, quarantined. Yet, If you rang my doorbell, I would have let you in (as long as you weren't concerned about the wretched virus that's haunting our house).

And if you would have come in, all of my inadequacies would have been visible in one quick scan of the room. I wish I could hide all of that- to keep you, or anyone else, from seeing. I wish I felt comfortable with a pretty facade, but I don't. I want to be real- as my God is real. I want to give you what I have- even if the package is a little rumpled. So, I open up my door. I'm very glad to see you! (But deep down I still thinks it sucks that I'm not perfect- maybe one day.)