The dishwasher is broken.
But I kind of find the hot, sudsy water soothing and my hands find joy in the simple task of scrubbing, swishing, and rinsing.
Later in the day, I'm relishing in the glory of a steamy, long shower (the only space that guarantees privacy) and I'm enjoying the fact that kids are cooperating and not banging on the door and disturbing my solitude. The next minute, I find myself in the opened front doorway, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, YELLING down the street at my children (namely my four year old) who headed out for an impromptu walk.
My life seems kind of bipolar... up and down; like a teeter totter. Praises and joy on my lips one second, panic and frustration blurted out the very next moment.
And the greatest manifestation of peace comes in an unexpected place: waiting in the van for my little girls as they attend a monthly group piano lesson. They told me that some of the other moms would be inside, drinking tea and socializing. I told them I'd rather be alone... quiet, reading, thinking...
So I sat in the van, with absolutely no urge to turn on the radio or look at my smart-phone. There was no need to fill the space with activity, information; noise. Instead I sat, breathed deep and stared out a cracked windshield as the gentle rain blurred my view.
He comes in the calm. He breathes life in the stillness.
The pitter patter of raindrops were a musical balm to my over-worked, stressed and over-stimulated emotions. Not even the most poetic melody or stirring symphony could have been a sweeter sound to my ears. He played His love song to me, a simple reminder: I AM.
No matter the busyness, trials or worries; if I'm up one moment and down the next - it really doesn't matter.
He finds me when I hide from the rest of the world.
Drops of water for a thirsty, parched soul.
But I kind of find the hot, sudsy water soothing and my hands find joy in the simple task of scrubbing, swishing, and rinsing.
Later in the day, I'm relishing in the glory of a steamy, long shower (the only space that guarantees privacy) and I'm enjoying the fact that kids are cooperating and not banging on the door and disturbing my solitude. The next minute, I find myself in the opened front doorway, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, YELLING down the street at my children (namely my four year old) who headed out for an impromptu walk.
My life seems kind of bipolar... up and down; like a teeter totter. Praises and joy on my lips one second, panic and frustration blurted out the very next moment.
So I sat in the van, with absolutely no urge to turn on the radio or look at my smart-phone. There was no need to fill the space with activity, information; noise. Instead I sat, breathed deep and stared out a cracked windshield as the gentle rain blurred my view.
He comes in the calm. He breathes life in the stillness.
The pitter patter of raindrops were a musical balm to my over-worked, stressed and over-stimulated emotions. Not even the most poetic melody or stirring symphony could have been a sweeter sound to my ears. He played His love song to me, a simple reminder: I AM.
No matter the busyness, trials or worries; if I'm up one moment and down the next - it really doesn't matter.
He finds me when I hide from the rest of the world.
Drops of water for a thirsty, parched soul.
