I love mud. I love it outside, in the sun, with a hose near by and the ambient temperature high enough to balance out the cold of icy well water. Yes, I love mud.
I do not love mud in my house, on the floors, under my nails, or filling my washer. In the spring we live in the balance, the balance of glorious mud and silent tub scrubbing.
Life is mud. Life is glorious and messy. It is delightful and a full of trials. In the midst of it all we live. I am learning I can live FULLY ALIVE, without anxiety. It is hard for me to not be anxious when playing with mud leaves stacks of laundry, dirty floors, and grimy tubs. It is in those moments I choose to carry the same joy and excitement to the reaponsibilies that follow the mess or I carry something else. I can enjoying the sun and the silent scrubbing. I can be anxious for nothing. It is a beautiful thing.
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6-7 NKJV)