Baby toys litter the living room floor. Along with the rolled and taped diaper I forgot to didn’t bother to toss.
Wait. There are two of them.
Kitchen floor crumbs crunch underfoot.
Last night’s dinner dishes teeter on the counter–along with with those from today’s breakfast and lunch.
We could eat off the dining room table.
I mean really.
I think this spot is macaroni and cheese. This looks like lasagna. Here’s a stray piece of lettuce. A sprinkle of cinnamon and sugar. A crust of toast. Some dried oatmeal. An apple core. A half glass of unswallowed milk.
It’s a well-balanced meal.
Winter footprints of mud and salt spatter the back kitchen floor.
Wood shavings, bark, and dirt grind their way into the carpet downstairs.
Clean folded clothes cover the sofa.
At least they’re clean.
I’d like to think this mess is a symptom of inspired writer-at-work syndrome.
Maybe a little.
Because here I am writing.
But mostly it’s a symptom of hourglass runout as I tend to more critical family needs following my daughter’s surgery and hospitalization and now during her recovery.
And my writing stutters.
This, too, shall pass.
I will not be frustrated.
I will not be moved.
I will go with the flow.
I planned my way.
But He directs my path.
And I will be on track again.
Meanwhile, I’ve learned we now have a Great Lakes Chapter of ACFW right here in Michigan. I’m excited. And a little apprehensive. Because I feel more pressure to make progress on my fiction WIP.
Trusting He will redeem the time.