Wednesday, August 15, 2012
The doors are opening and closing. A freshly bathed and diapered baby is running from room to room squealing with delight...after only screaming at me for the better part of 2 days. The older kids were excited to "renovate" their "play" room and Julia declared that the time (5 minutes) she spent with Caroline were the best of her life! The dishes are almost finished, JJ Heller is reminding me that "I am loved and I am free...I believe" and Mike and I will continue our 007 Marathon. Drumsticks after spaghetti and I chatted with one of my favorite people for over an hour...UNINTERRUPTED...tired, full...and full. Thank you Jesus for this racket, this endless noise and dirt. The aprons while little ladies play "Mom" knowing that all too soon, they won't be playing. My house will settle down, and the dishes won't pile up because we aren't feeding so many mouths. The phone calls will be theirs...today, right this minute...I am giving thanks for this fullness. This little house bursting at the seams with joy overflowing all because of a long walk, an obedient Son, and a promise kept. 3 days later...where is the sting? Victory is mine and I can be thankful in all this mess...this work...the handwriting and math and lunch and dinner and dog and the list goes on. I do pray, friend, that wherever you are today, you are able to see His mercies new every single day. His love poured out amidst the fuss. His grace abundant in your failings and His voice singing over you when you finally lay your weary head down for a quick rest between days. Blessings.