Joining The Gypsy Mama and a beautiful community that is a true blessing. We write short posts on Fridays — just 5 minutes of writing from a word, a prompt. Today it is PERSPECTIVE. This definition of the word stood out for me: a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something. For this, I pray for change.

I meander slow down this dusty gravel road that is going to take me home. I am happy I left it, to come watch her jump her horse. Heart heavy, in a moment of wondering and desiring to please Him, draw near to Him. I search my own heart, and offer silent prayers.

I’m almost home, and I’m not sure I’m ready to be. The house has a hold on me. But home is where my heart is desiring to see so much more than I imagine possible — in my marriage, in my children’s hearts, in our family, God filling every part of every part.

I squint to peer far by the light of eternity. I look down the long road and in my minds eye, imagine the future. When I get there, will I be glad I about what I have done with my time of life? Or will I be sorrowful for what I didn’t? What is it that I regret from yesterday? Each time I ask that question, my answer is allowing the house to make me a slave.

The house is slowly losing its grip on me, or I am slowing and letting it go. Although old ways die hard, today and everyday, I walk away from more piles of dishes dirty, clothes unfolded, toys untidy, and floors crumb ridden more than ever before — letting go of perfection to invite transformation.

If someone were to ask my children now or decades from now, according the their perspective, “What is the most important thing to your mama?” I pray they would say, “Clean hearts,” and not “A clean house.”