dirty windows or smudges on a heart?

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

(a front door in need of cleaning / Julie Cook / 2019)

Life has certainly been busy has it not?

When I was still teaching, the two busiest times of the school year were the first month
as well as the last month of the school year.
Fall and Spring.

The opening and the ending.

Those were also the two most important keys to teaching…
it was not only critical as to how you started a year…it was equally as important
as to how you ended it.

So no surprise, this Spring has been a busy time in my tiny little corner of the world.

My little world has been so busy that blogging has actually had
to take a back seat…
Imagine that…life getting in the way of blogging!?
Who knew?!

Hence why my posts have become sporadic and my reading and commenting
have become fewer and farther between.

There have been recent days that I’ve thought, that after 6 years perhaps, it’s time to
shutter the doors in Cookieland…
but then I catch the latest episode of Anglican Unscripted
and I’m reminded that voices to the Truth need to continue sounding…

But more about that and the good Bishop’s words tomorrow as time hopefully allows.

But first, let’s get back to that picture up above…
that picture of a seemingly smudgy storm door.

It seems that my weekend company went home yesterday afternoon.

They came for Mother’s Day and they left Tuesday afternoon.

In and out right?
Short and sweet…

Throw in two cats, one awaiting leg surgery,
and a large dog who currently happens to be on a small vacation this trip.
Add in the 4 adults in the room.

The key players, however, were a 15-month old and a two week old.
Seems simple enough, right?
Two under two…with one being way under the first one who’s under two.

They’re small.
They’re simple.
They’re sweet.

Well, mostly.

Yet these two small beings come with a wealth of stuff and each one requires their own
fair share of stuff when and wherever they may roam.

They also require 24-hour a day constant care.

24 x 2 = 48
48 into 24 doesn’t exactly fit.

Things seem to appear out of nowhere
Things appear in places where they shouldn’t.

There are smelly things that happen.

Accidents, spills, “uh oh’s” and “OH NOs!”

Things are dropped that should never drop.
Things disappear…only to be found days, even weeks, later.

Too many bodies try sleeping in beds made only for two…
with one preferring to sleep sideways, while everyone else sleeps longwise.

There are fingers that end up in closing doors and drawers.
There are jealous cats coupled with jealous babies.

There are tears, screams, laughter, kisses, messes, and lots of chaos.

There are spills along with sticky, greasy smudges and smears…everywhere.

Smeary, smudgy tiny handprints all over the place…

Just as in that glass door pictured up above…

But here’s the thing…

Where most folks see a dirty smudged up window…

Those aren’t really dirty smudges…

Those are simply the marks etched upon my heart…

(the Mayor / Julie Cook / 2019)

(The new Sheriff / Julie Cook / 2019)

And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you.
And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.

Ezekiel 36:26

14 comments on “dirty windows or smudges on a heart?

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    After Gage left us, I found I could actually clean the windows and they’d stay that way for a while. Sometimes when we look out of dirty windows, the world seems to be in a terrible state. All we have to do is wash the windows. Wouldn’t it be grand if we could wash all the turmoil in our world so easily away?

  2. Harold says:

    Savor the moments
    They’re too soon gone

  3. oneta hayes says:

    Lovely babies. Wish I were near enough to take a turn; so I say as I listen to the four buzzing busily in the other room right now. I off a bit because one want to finish coloring a picture before we start our rummy game. But they all have the essentials of life. That’s something many grandmoms would like to know. We are blessed, Julie dear. And be content to put us (bloggers) in lower priority , but please never leave. 😀

    • Thank you Oneta.
      I think as a teacher, it was very much a part of me to feel the need to put something out there daily—it’s what we do as teachers right? We don’t miss a day’s lesson, ever.
      But…this isn’t exactly me still being a teacher and yet, it is.
      But when readerships dips and the black dog nips at the heels making me feel that my words, my little spot on the blogashpere won’t be missed, I am reminded of Truth.
      Something I’m writing about for tomorrow.
      Too many are growing afraid to speak that Truth, to live that Truth, to die for that Truth.
      Jesus Christ is being compromised in Western Civilization in the worst way…hence why I then feel the kick to the behind and I get busy…
      Oh how the ancient nemisis loves a distraction!

  4. SLIMJIM says:

    So cute the two of them! Is that your front porch?

  5. lynnabbott says:

    Such beautiful grandchildren! How much joy they brings!! Love you!! 💜💜

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