How often do we take the time to stop, look around, and recognize the beauty of life even amidst the messes? I'll bet not enough for I know I certainly don't do it often enough. When we forget to look for the good, we become ungrateful, even bitter. The messes tell a story of the living that goes on. Someone glancing at the above picture might say that our kitchen is in serious need of a thorough cleaning, but I see an Easter tradition. I see the love that goes into the baking we do every Holy Saturday in preparation for Easter. I see the joy we get from dancing to the music while powdering the counter with flour before kneading the bread. I see the graces flowing as my younger sister teachers her younger sisters how to properly crack an egg into a bowl--without getting eggshells in the batter. I see a beautiful mess, do you?
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