So I'm sitting here thinking; what in the world I'm supposed to write about following a post that included the former President of the United States and poison ivy.
Great 4th of July deals at Target?
The various projects we completed this weekend using only duct tape?
It all seems a wee bit mundane and ordinary.
Or totally lame, either one.
Walking Scout early this morning - tripping (ok, seriously, that's an exaggeration. I'm actually VERY graceful.) over the broken beer bottles, fast food wrappers, and two crack addicts - I was reminded, once again, that there is way more mundane, or chaotically ordinary in my life - in most of our lives - than there is over-the-top exciting.
The kids are home from camp and my house is once again a mess. The laundry has already piled up and the fingerprints that had been cleaned from every window are back. How they do it, I don't know. To be sure, it's a skill.
But, this is how it's supposed to be. The longer I'm a mom, and a wife, and a seriously underpaid source of unsolicited opinions, I realize the way the Lord has constructed my life is exactly the way it's intended to be.
I was never supposed to live in the beautiful part of town, with perfectly manicured lawns, and pretty homes, famous Dallasites, and cars without 24" rims.
This crazy crew of children we have were no accidents. Each was intended to be born inconceivably close to his or her siblings so that people would question, often out loud, my understanding of how babies are actually made.
Dea and Darius have been moving in the direction of living under our roof for years, we just didn't see them coming. If I had, I might have used some evasive maneuver tactics I learned from watching season after season of 24.
The Lord's plans are to transform us into the image of His son and he uses whatever means necessary to do so. I've found that although His means are often messy, and unglamorous, and without hoopla or Secret Service, they are both effective and divine.
May we all delight in the ordinary of our lives today as we rest in the assurance that not even a breath or a heartbeat is given without the intentional, loving, forethought of the Lord of the universe.