Laundry, piled up from 2 days of no washing, is waiting. Dinner needs to be planned and started. Greenley needs to be changed and put down for a nap. Isaac needs something to do that will drain him of pent up energy-I don’t know how he can be so full of energy! The other children have looks of boredom and I feel a burden to cure the boredom. Boredom is a good thing, right?
Didn’t we soak up enough of God’s gifts to carry us through to our next Family Fun Day? Can’t a whole day of JOY be enough for a week?
It is so hard to keep the scales from growing back over my eyes. The mundane of life clouds my view of God’s gift of simply being able to live. My never ending laundry basket, on a good day, can be seen as a gift-I have a full house of people that love me and this laundry is the evidence of my full quiver. But today, this laundry seems like a burden.
This joy seeking takes discipline. And I am not a disciplined person. I am one who is blown by life. I am easily swayed and bent. The bulk of my roots seem to grow out, right at the surface, with only a few that reach down deep to anchor me. I have the appearance of a tree that can’t decide whether to grow straight and tall, or to the side.
Do I have the root system to grow into a strong tree that reflects the glory of God? Or am I one who has such shallow roots that I produce a tree that is prone to bend to the earth because I simply can’t imagine that God is all good, all the time.
Am I one who is bending and swaying under the weight of laundry and childen and church planting? Am I not counting it all JOY?
So on this dreary Monday of mundane tasks, I pick up my pen to begin again, this discipline of joy seeking. These gifts that are found in abundance, when my eyes are wiped clear, fill the pages of my mind and turn my heart back to the Giver.
And my roots grow a little deeper with each gift named.
340. Froot Loops stuck to the breakfast tables
341. A neighbor who stops by to chat and check on the family
342. The sounds of guitar and bongos coming from the upstairs bedroom
343. Kittens who are liking their new homw outside-goodbye kitty litter and fur balls
344. Laughter from Greenley as she figures out how to connect the pieces of a puzzle
345. Recalling of scripture to turn a heart
346. Quiet reminders that I am loved and sought after