I stood in my kitchen laughing with one of my kids picking hard macaroni out of the melted cheese in the crockpot. Apparently, noodles like to be boiled beforehand.
About the time I posted an Instagram picture of the dinner fiasco, I heard another daughter upstairs yelling for towels.
It took a minute for it to register why she was panicked. Then I saw the water leaking through my kitchen ceiling. Toilet water.
I ran. No, I flew upstairs yelling, “Turn that silver knob thing behind the toilet. Quick! Turn it so the water will shut off!”
Later that night, our couch-turned-dancing-springboard decided it would no longer tolerate overly energetic snow bound teens. RIP dear couch.
I’d laughed about the noodles. I’d dealt with the toilet water. I’d gotten quite miffed with the couch situation.
Another page in what makes this life… my life… a story.
Not so much like the stories of books and big screens.
Those stories are a little more shiny and sexy and seemingly perfect.
Those moms don’t have cellulite probably because they don’t eat mac and cheese. The kitchen ceilings don’t have stains because… well because their kids don’t use too much two-ply toilet paper. And the couches don’t sag beyond repair.
But I love my story. I love my story most of all.
Because I pre-decided today that I would.
I decided I would look at it all through the lens of noticing the rich evidence of life through each mess and mishap.
Did I do it all perfectly? Nope, not at all.
But even if we choose to be noticers with thankful hearts just once today, we’ll start to look at our stories in a different way.
A more beautiful way.
While carrying the wet towels downstairs, I saw this and smiled…
I whispered, “Notice. Be a noticer. See all the fun represented here and thank God for these moments.”
Noticers see the lovely before them and learn to love their story.
This week, I’m writing several #BEaNOTICER posts. Today’s focus is to be a noticer in the midst of the messy and mundane. What might happen if you pre-determine to look through the lens of lovely today? Leave me a comment below sharing something you notice.
And if you’re on Instagram or Twitter, post a picture and tag me @LysaTerKeurst using the hashtag…#BEaNOTICER.
Love your story most of all.