Oatmeal and orange juice for the kids and a cup of coffee that is less than warm for me. Dishes fill my sink and it is only 7:45.
We have a new baby in the house, a seven month old little girl, and she arrives bright and early each day. I am baby sitting, and so my floor is covered with baby toys and bouncy seats and bibs and burp cloths. She is like a new puppy and all the kids stumble over one another to be the first in line to play peek-a-boo. Poor Tanner the dog had taken a backseat to this new baby.
It will soon be her naptime and everyone else’s lunch time and my stack of dishes will grow a little more. Faces and hands will need to be washed and then another one will go down for a nap. I will pick up toys and change diapers and wipe boogers all day.
And somewhere in the crazy I have to keep pressing on. I have to work at keeping my wandering heart tethered to Christ.
I go from task to task, swirling faster than my washing machine, and still I wonder about what the purpose is in all of this…the cleaning and maintaining and pouring into little people who really just want to play on the computer.
I am realizing that mothering takes great faith…far more than I often have. Faith to keep going and doing even when there is no immediate payoff. Faith to keep pouring in when these kids don’t have the capacity to pour out…yet.
Maybe that’s it…maybe this mothering is how the Lord is growing my faith. To get me to the place where I don’t waiver in the the midst of the crazy. To learn to stay the course, even when I can’t see where I am going. To let my string out a little more and trust Him to shift the winds as He sees fit.
“Faith is the heroic effort of your life; you fling yourself in reckless confidence on God.”
So today, as mothers and fathers and grandmothers and husbands and wives and single people, as we go through the crazy of our day, may we see the crazy as a way to learn to walk a little differently.
Maybe as an opportunity to fling ourselves in reckless confidence on God.