The doorbell took me by surprise. I answered it in sweats and a ponytail looking exhausted.
There stood my father-in-law and all I could think about was our messy house. I pictured myself as a flight attendant. To our left, you'll notice cereal bowls stacked in the sink. To our right? Fisher-Price has exploded in our living room.
Kenny smiled and said he hardly noticed the clutter as I welcomed him in. He knows we have a busy life; he wasn't coming over to check-in on the status of our cleanliness. He's not an inspector, he's our dad.
I thought about Jesus and the fact that he feels welcome in my messy life. He is kind to me amidst my chaos. Like Kenny, He simply comes to spend time with me.
No need to hide the mess,
My husband and I recently celebrated our anniversary and it had nothing to do with a nice restaurant or flowers. Perhaps you can relate. Here's how it happened:
We had worked all day, he kids needed attention and the thought of getting dressed up was laughable. So, instead, we shared a slice of chocolate cake out of a "to-go" container while the dishwasher hummed in the background. Then, the baby started crying.
Some would argue that we should have found a sitter and gone out. I'm sure I've read a marriage book (or five) that would agree. But let me say this for my fellow homebodys: Date night can be found sitting on your own living room rug with a deck of cards.
PS - I did however send a peom to Joel during the afternoon and thought you might like it as well:
"The Wild Rose" by Wendell Berry
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily ...
Our daughter was recently on stage for her Christmas dance recital and it brought back this memory.
I had forgotten to warn her about the bright stage lights beforehand, which meant she wouldn’t be able to see us in the audience. In an instant, I saw her searching eyes and anxiety. Although we could see her just fine, all she saw was darkness.
I wanted to shout out: “I’m here, sweetheart! I SEE YOU!” but that would have been inappropriate. It broke my heart and she was near tears.
How often is this me when I’m talking to God? Jesus, I need you! Do you see me? I can’t see you!
At the end of the dance, the stage lights went off and the house lights came up. My husband and I sprung from our seats and waved frantically until Olivia's eyes caught ours. Relief washed over her face the ...
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Ever have a day of level 10 reactions to level 2 situations? I kinda live in that space. What do you meaaaan you can’t find your shoes!?! Where are my keeeeeys???
Perspective often squelches my overreactions. For example, my cousin Allison and her husband recently sold their home and moved to Haiti. Allison works at a clinic with very sick children. She said last week as she went to bed, she saw 40 people sleeping outside the clinic just to make sure they got seen the next morning.
Today my focus is slowing down enough to see what really demands my time, energy, and effort.