don’t clear the table

My first impulse is to clear the table. Things should be a little tidier, don’t you think? Last night’s dishes, this morning’s now cold coffee, the rice cereal splattered all over the table and floor, the camera from taking pictures of Arden’s 6 month milestone. But no. I push aside the oven mitts, the paperwork I haven’t filed, and I open my Bible. This is where it fits. Because if it doesn’t fit in the middle of my messy life, it’s not worth opening at all.


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