It’s only Monday morning, and this week is already wearing. me. out.
For real, y’all. All the volunteer commitments and kid nurturing, wifing, housekeeping, writing, speaking, email-answering and befriending have clustered up into BIG DEADLINES this week.
I’m not complaining, but as I look at this week, I’m seriously wondering…
Who will do all that needs to be done around here?
Who will hold together this delicate family in balance? Who will play chess with Sam and snuggle in bed with Elisabeth? Who will quiz Catie on those memory verses and math facts ? Who will organize the playdates? Drive to the basketball games? Buy the new ballet shoes and Tae Kwon Do uniform and show up with snacks at the right time? Who will read the kids all those books we’ve started but can’t seem to finish?
Who will walk the dogs and pick up their poop so the kids can go outside? Who will do that huge mess of laundry? Who will sort out the too-small uniforms my kids keep sneaking and wearing, even though their bellies peek out when they raise their arms? Who will cook the kale soup and fun lunches? Who will pray for the kids’ tests and the worrisome rashes? Who will Google the nagging pains and schedule the doctor’s appointments?
Who will remind the Fifth Graders about their pictures and articles for Wednesday’s Newspaper? Who will stay up late to finish all the church volunteer deadlines? Who will print that Newspaper? Who will help me practice Wednesday’s chapel? Who will sign the folders and make the 100-day of school capes and buy the Valentines?
Who will encourage my husband and call the friends and read the uplifting and informative books and go to the yoga? Who will respond to the texts and emails and make the Spring Break vacation plans? Who will set up the Spirit Nights and go to the PTL meeting and–oh, yeah–work on the book?
Who will laugh at the kids’ knock-knock jokes and do the healing prayer and scrub the stains off the couch?
Who will find time for a shower?
I can hear what God is whispering, “You and Me will.”
Again I’ve forgotten, I don’t have to do all this right in this moment. This week is filled with thousands of moments, each of those moments is infused with God’s grace. Infused with His spirit, who is filling me up with fuel and energy and thankfulness and the exact amount of time I need.
Like every week for my past 39 years, He will give me gifts and surprises and bless me with the exact tools I need.
Even though I have no idea what those are.
With my heart and mind already thankful for His blessings, I start my week differently. No more questions, just one answer: God. I will celebrate His gifts. I will trust Him about what’s important this week.
My heart feels as full as this picture.
A beach, a trusty friend, and a long walk, God in control, my only job is to show up.
He will provide the rest.
Blessings on your day, friends.
