When I come to visit you at your house, friend… I don’t care about the dirty dishes in your sink. I don’t care about the laundry baskets scattered around your house.
They are not the barometer with which I judge you or your ability to keep it all together … and I wish you would stop apologizing to me for them when I step into your home.
Because you know what I really care about?
The thoughts that are going through your mind as you stand and rinse those dishes. The state of your heart as you put the third load of laundry that day away.
I care about you.
I care about making sure you know that you are more than just a dish washer, laundry folder, sports practice taxi driver, schedule manager and homework helper.
You are a PERSON with dreams and fears… and joys and struggles. And I want to hear about all of them.
I’m not here to judge you or your house.
I’m here to be your friend.