I can’t explain the joy of knowing “my girls.” Emily just turned 21, and we had a semi-spontaneous party for her last night. My sweet Melody whipped up the best carrot cake, the best cream cheese icing.
Here’s the thing about this little group – I don’t have time for very many outings and lunch dates, so they come to my house. They wash their hands in my nasty sink full of dishes, and they wipe the little boy pee off the seat before they have to use it. I guess that’s why I’ve hesitated so many times before when the urge has hit me to do anything I know I’m supposed to do. I don’t want my mess revealed. (Writing is like that, too.)
These girls know so much more about me than really anybody but Seth because they see me react to my boys, they see me not follow through, and they see me get scared if the doctor sends a bad report. They know me, and I’m not sure what I know of them except that I love them, and I don’t know how I would have made it this last year and half without them.
If you’ve been waiting to do that thing you want to do to serve your God, DON’T. Especially if you know you’re to spend time with someone younger – even for a bit, to encourage her, don’t wait. No one expects perfect. Grace abounds. God is faithful, especially with His strength in your weakness.
Oh, and check out Seth at Novel Doctor. He won a writing contest, and Steve is going to send us a Christmas Yoda! I’m pumped.