trying to unfinger my ears
The last time we went to the park, Isaac almost got kidnapped by a one foot tall, baby bleating goat. Today’s visit had only a couple of rough spots. I got really sticky with peach juice, so I went to pump well-water on my hands. On my return to the picnic table, I heard Elizabeth say, “Where’d the peanut butter go?” and I looked down to see Ian (my 9 m. old) sucking fist-fulls of possible anaphylactic shock into his little mouth. He is not allergic to peanut-butter, thank goodness.
After that, there was no major meltdown to get into the van. The boys obediently followed me and shoved themselves into their seats while I cranked up the air conditioner. I asked Ike to buckle himself up, and I walked over to get Ian. When I turned back around, Ike was in the driver’s seat and had locked the van doors, and for a few minutes of the fiasco, as I was yelling for him to unlock the van, he was pretending that he couldn’t hear me while wallowing near the gear shift.
Once home, it was time for his discipline, and I asked him to tell me what he had done wrong. He said that he could have slammed the van down the hill or into a building and killed everybody. Did I actually say that to him?
Sometimes, it’s easy to think that I am not cut out for this. *Strangely, this guy challenged me and Seth at a wedding to read **My Utmost for His Highest every day, and I don’t follow through very often, but yesterday I did, and it was sweet to hear that in this mess if I would just realize my poorness, my neediness, then I would be able to attain to all that Jesus is and has asked of me. Then He would do all things through me. It is not in thinking that I can do anything that things get done. It is in knowing that I can do nothing that God Himself blesses. There is a great sigh of relief where He meets us in those low places.
Mmmm, He’s Good.
*There was nothing spectacular about meeting a working actor except that he is so head over heals in love with a Saviour that he wouldn’t shut up. He was a magnet, and we love him, so I don’t mention his name to brag, but I do to say, hey look, there’s a good guy in Hollywood, and he has a vision and a love for the people he works with that I deeply want to emulate even here in my own home.
**My Utmost for His Highest is a short daily devotion written by Oswald Chambers. Seriously, bookmark it and start reading it with me as often as you can. It helps me be a rested sort of sober that I can’t explain.