Saturday, January 31, 2009

What have you been doing up here?

Today was cleaning day...Self explanatory...right...Yeah, as long as you aren't Hunter Sheridan Worley...

Those of you that know me, know that I am completely OCD. Paul would say I rival Kathy Bates in the movie version of Stephan King's Misery. I can spot something out of place before it moves...i.e. my shell tower at work...another time another place...

As a result, Cleaning Day used to mean, I sent the kids down to the basement to play (and honestly stay out of my way) so that I could clean the house "correctly" top to bottom. It would be able to pass the black light test with flying colors when I was done.

I did however, come to my senses, and I have since delegated chores (hence, I am no longer a member of the fun club). Maddy gets in, gets it done and moves on. Hunter...well, let's just say that he gets a little distracted.

Hunter, after being lost in his room for what seemed to be hours, emerged and declared that he was done with his room-he was going down to play with sissy in the basement. He shut his door to keep Koda out and headed to the basement. I continued the task of sanitizing the bathroom.
I proceeded to Hunter's room to vacuum. My horrified response sent Paul scaling the stairs, believing I was bleeding profusely.

Hunter's bed was unmade, the curtain to his "hideout" was on the floor, his desk was a disaster, his drawers were open and over flowing with "important stuff." His hats were everywhere.

But then it caught my eye...his lego table was immaculate...

Are you serious...

"Hunter Sheridan Worley..."

"What have you been doing up here?"


The Kennedy Krew said...

I can SOOOOO relate girl!!!

Tricia said...

I can relate too... to Hunter. :)

Walking in the Light

Wow! This year year has been a whirlwind to say the least. I am shocked we are near the half way point in February. Part of me wants to dance. If the start of the year is any indication of how it is going to go, I am happy it's flying by. I will usher in 2009 with bells and whistles.

Yet, I am humbly reminded that every day is a gift, and I need to walk in the Light. I need to let Him guide me through each day. I need to listen to His still, quiet voice...Yeah I know for me that's a stretch. I'm never still long enough to catch my breath.

As I write this, our dear neighbor of ten years is fighting stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am awed by the faith she has in God. I am humbled by the fight she has within her to beat the demon we know as cancer. Hunter, in his six year old wisdom said to me, "Mommy, why are you sad? We are just going to pray and Jesus is going to make her better." The faith of a child and the living testimony of one who is dwelling in God's amazing grace reminds me to walk daily in the His unfailing light.