For a year, Trey and I have been planning to attend a conference together in Scottsdale, AZ. He was asked to present and I was asked to do, well, nothing but was so excited to sit beside him, alone on an airplane, for the first time in a really, really long time. It was going to be a short trip. Two nights, and one was going to be spent with my dad and step-mom who live there.
I spent weeks figuring out where the kids would go, who would take them to their practices, pick them up, and let them sleep over. They were excited about getting "two sleepovers in a row" and kept asking 'just how late could they stay up at night'.
The trip was this weekend and we were scheduled to leave bright and early Friday morning. I was packing the kids when Olivia frantically scratched her head.
"Baby, does your head itch that bad?"
"YES! It's driving me crazy! It's been like this all day!"
Calmly, I laid her across my lap and started looking at her scalp to see if I could find the problem. Within minutes, I had my answer. She and Tee both had lice. LICE!
Are you freakin' kidding me?!?!?!
So instead of going to Scottsdale with Trey, I spent the weekend combing nits, lice, and eggs out of my childrens' hair for hours and hours. And hours. Our sheets, carpets, and couches have never been cleaner and our house smells like a peppermint stick factory exploded.
For reasons I don't know, I wasn't supposed to see Trey this weekend, or my dad, or hear the "you're free to move about the cabin" call from the flight attendant. But I know the Lord knows and that this is part of a story he is telling that is bigger and more glorious than I could ever imagine.
Saturday night, I did run over to a wedding at Mercy Street. It was the most beautiful celebration I had ever seen and the Lord used the words spoken to this couple to feed the river in my heart for my husband.
Pointing to the bride and groom, standing shoulder to shoulder, the pastor said, "This is first. Above all else; adventures, ministry, jobs, friends, this relationship is first because it is Christ." I don't think I'd ever really heard it put quite that way before and it sang to me.
We are to be warriors for one another in whatever ways we are called. This weekend, my call was to help get our children healthy while his was to share Mercy Street with men and women who wanted to be used by the Lord to reach the poor and marginalized. His call was also to partake in the Beef Bourguignon my stepmother prepared for our visit but that's not important right now.
Our calls are different but complimentary and still, sometimes can feel lame, insignificant, and downright oogie. I do know, though, that walking alongside him in this journey is a gift in itself and in all the craziness, unexpected suprises, dissappointments, and celebrations, if we look very close, we see the Lord's hand prints on it all.