It's Monday. There are three loaves of fresh baked bread on the counter in the kitchen. The house is strangely quiet: only the clocks and the little creaks from the stove, the tiny twits of birds at the feeders, and a car door shutting across the way... The soft swish of traffic. It's quiet because there are no heating fans necessary; it's so warm outside. And because the atmosphere is heavy, grey, and still. When I went outside earlier this morning, I could hear the train, clearly, five miles away through the trees. So it seems to me, we should have rain or snow today. They said we were to have snow. But not so far. Also, I'm home alone with my own thoughts and music and several hours to scribble.
As I decided to sit here on the big brown couch and rejoice in our near normal lives on Scribblings; I am stopped before I start. So many people around us aren't having "normal" as we know it. No, they're standing in line for healing or deliverance, or some such badly needed miracle. It gives me plenty of pause. We must help to hold up the arms of faith.
I despair some days of ever, ever being able to just rest or... Maybe, at least, coast for a minute or two. Seems like breaks are for other folks, another time, another planet.
Then again, can we have tea together while we stand in line? Wouldn't that help? Let's take a walk in the spring,-ness that can't possibly be springtime yet, it's too early, you know. But let's! Anyway! We won't lose our place in line; whatever God has in mind is still on its way!
And let's keep after the projects one by one. In the end, whenever that is, we should have a new bathroom and a garden fence, and, and, and.
Babysitting is an ordinary part of our lives that I do a great deal of some days. These boys are our pride and joy. Meanwhile, craziness and danger are constant companions to little boys in Haiti and Ukraine. It drives me to abject gratitude to my Jesus, and then to prayer because innocent children never get to choose their surroundings.
Nothing home-keeping makes me happier than a refurbishing wood finishing of old boards and a can of Minwax. Unless it would be rearranging and redecorating a neglected place in my house.
Unless it would be realizing that our place in line is getting nearer yet to the great Miracle Giver, not because of our efforts, but because God is so good to us. And realizing that there is no such thing as ordinary and normal in this life when God is involved.
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