Beauty on the Backroads

Stories of grace for life's unexpected turns

Cinderella Mom

If you think Jesus would have come into your home that day and not issued a strong rebuke to the head of household, you are mistaken. These words of condemnation have been haunting me for days now. They aren’t all that different than the soundtrack I play in my head on an almost-daily basis. It’s…

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This is 40

I am nesting. On Saturday I emptied the refrigerator. Last summer’s homemade pickles in their jars. The bread ends that seem to multiply on every shelf. The eggs. The milk. The fruit and veggies. All of it sat on the floor or the counter as I carefully removed the shelves and wiped them down with…

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Beauty on the Backroads {or Why I Changed the Name of my Blog}

I’ve heard that life is like a highway. And it definitely seems like that sometimes. The pace of life swirls around me at dizzying speeds. We’re all so busy. In such a hurry. Always somewhere to be, something else to do. I’m a get-to-the-point, get-there-quick kind of girl. I don’t like to waste time on…

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Spotless

I broke a sweat Swiffering the kitchen floor last week. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to work so hard if the last time the floor was swept and mopped wasn’t three months ago. (Gross, I know, but no one will ever mistake me for Mrs. Clean.)

Days later, as my husband prepared our Valentine’s Day dinner, he said, Sorry, you’re probably going to have to sweep again.
Not a big deal when we’re only talking about a day or two’s worth of kitchen crumbs. That’s a quick job. When it has accumulated over time, then we’re talking scrub-worthy effort.
I feel the same way about my spiritual life. It doesn’t take much for God to get the gunk out of my life when I come to Him daily with it. But when it’s been days, weeks, months or years, the process requires more effort, more sweat and most likely some tears.
1 John 1:9 says “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (NIV)
I admit, I’m not too faithful at confessing my sins. Sometimes, I delude myself into thinking I don’t have any. Then, I get a gentle (or not so gentle) reminder from God, and for a time, I’m humbled. Until I become comfortable enough with my life to stop confessing my sins.
What would my life look like if I daily came to God and asked Him to not only forgive me of the sins I could remember but to show me the sins I didn’t even know I was committing?
We’re entering the season of Lent today, and I haven’t given much thought to how I can intentionally honor the Lord during this time and set apart something for Him. This may be the place to start: “Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” Psalm 139:23-24 (NIV)
My heart longs to sing this truth each day: “Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow, now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”
He’s always going to be starting with dirt when He begins the washing process. How much dirt is up to me.

The sigh moment

Raising two kids wouldn’t be so hard if one of them wasn’t a toddler who was constantly demanding her own way. Her first-born nature and mine seem always to be wrestling for control. She loves to help with dishes, and some days, I feel like we’re elbowing each other for a better position at the sink — her goal, to play in the water and mine, to actually clean some dishes! She’s also in the bossy stage. I feel like her pet sometimes. “Sit.” “C’mere.” Will I soon be asked to “roll over” or “shake”?

No matter how crazy the day has been, though, there’s this moment at the end of the day that makes it all worthwhile. It starts with kisses and hugs at bedtime, followed by an “I wuv you” as one of us puts her in her crib. As soon as the door to the bedroom closes, my husband and I look at each other and almost audibly let our breath out. He calls it “the sigh moment.” The work part of the day is over and it’s time to relax. Even if our son is still awake, it’s still a more calm time in our household.
Thinking about the sigh moment helps me get through those everyone’s-tired-and-cranky-and-there’s-too-much-to-do days. That’s my reward.
So, too, in the Christian life. Walking with the Lord, working for Him, serving in His name can be exhausting and seemingly unrewarding, at times. But we have confidence that when our time is done, we’ll have a sigh moment with Him. Not just a “well done, good and faithful servant,” although coming from God Himself, that would be enough, but eternity to live with Him.
“Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Revelation 21:3-4