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It's time to start dinner, and I start feeling all panicky inside. I want to be able to jump right in there, grab a cutting board, and begin slicing and dicing for that evening's meal. Except I can't. I can't because the cutting board is dirty and needs washing. My favorite knife is still in the dishwasher and, when I go to grab it, I realize I haven't even emptied the dishwasher yet. I go into the refrigerator to grab the meat that should be thawed by now, only to find it's still solid and will be in need of some quick defrost method in the microwave where I push the defrost button and program it to thaw my 3 boneless chicken breasts like it would a 13 pound roast because, that should do the trick really fast, right?
And that's just the kitchen fiasco. The wet laundry upstairs needs to be switched to the dryer. But there's a clean pile of clothes already in there so I shove them in a basket and hope they don't get too wrinkled. There are blocks and color wonder markers strewn all over the living room floor. The menagerie of stuffed animals my son brought downstairs is preventing anyone from comfortably sitting on the couch without feeling like they paid for a one day admission to the Rieke Family Plush Animal Zoo. And the kids have lost interest in their netflix original cartoon that was supposed to entertain them for the duration of my dinner prep time, and now both of them are at my feet crying because apparently they're starving and I told them no snacks because dinner will be ready soon. At least in theory it will.
Does this ever happen to you? It feels like it happens to me every. Single. Day. I don't know why I can't get it together. I typically feel like my day has been rather successful and then, come dinner prep time, it feels as if, instead of the diligent day I did have, I spent the day on the couch binge-watching New Girl and neglecting my kids' hunger needs.
I was having a moment like this the other day. Sheer panic and unraveling of my soul triggered by the fact that nothing in my life felt done enough to move onto the dinner task that lay before me. I started to get really discouraged at my apparent lack of success that day. But then the Lord whispered a little something to my heart.
Ok so maybe I could have timed things a little better and set myself up for success by making sure the dishwasher was empty, the cutting board was clean, the laundry was folded and then the dryer filled again. The toys could have been cleaned up and the children could have been fed a more timely snack. It's true. That would have felt like a successful afternoon that set me up for a successful evening.
But, you know what I did do that afternoon? Helped Micah beat a level on his video game. I colored with my kids. When Josh got home from work, I sat down with him and we chatted about his day and some new interests he was pursuing. I spent time with the people I love doing things that were important to them.
The day may not have "felt" successful by the time dinner came around, what with the untidiness of ... everything. But, ultimately, my primary goal is to create a happy home and communicate love and soul safety between these walls. I think, that particular afternoon, that happened.
Some days may feel more successful than others. But maybe, instead of defining success by the check marks on your to do list, it can be defined by investing in those you love and cherish most. That, my friends, is success with an eternal ripple effect.
That sounds pretty successful to me.
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