So I had that happen last Thursday. It was a busy week. Crazy busy. Even for our standards. For example. The house is getting new flooring. I will say when the decision was made 11 years ago to put off-white carpet in the main room of the house, we had 3 kids. Even though that was the rage at that time, it's been a decision that has caused one of the biggest, "what we were thinking" moments recently. 6 kids later and a whole lot of living, several professional cleanings and enough Resolve to fill the pool, the carpet needed to be retired. So in order for the house to get new flooring in the living room, dining room, entry way, stairway and landing, several components of the house needed displaced. We've been lucky to find matching socks, both shoes and coats in the last 3 weeks. Those rooms needed to be available for the installers who would join us in our home for 4 days last week. (I don't mind living with some insanity, but I do bristle if we are going to be observed in the chaos, there are some standards.) Anyway the garage and screen porch now house the bulk of the contents of the previous rooms.
Also added into the chaos of the moments, were 4 basketball games, (all at least an hour away), 8 basketball practices, 2 practices for leading worship at Community Bible Study, preparation for playing for worship at Church on Sunday, 2 doctor's appointments (1 hour away),1 piano lesson (I cancelled the other 5), opening day for "the hunt", 2 Lego League practices for the all day Lego League tournament on Saturday. The cat's out of the bag, we need an event coordinator. The last one we had, has just given up and most of the time lives moment to moment, relying on the 5 year old who is great with helpful reminders. Oddly enough, in a brief moment of consultation, Kent and I realized that a "date night" was probably not possible, who knew.
So anyway, suffice it to say I needed a wee bit more time last week and I always seem to find that time in the same place...1:00a.m. I dislike finding extra time then, I have lots of other places I would prefer, but I've looked it's not there. So on Wednesday night when I was finishing up the music for Bible Study and re looking at the passage we had studied this past week. The title was "Nothing is Impossible With God." God comes to Abraham in Genesis 18 and actually He is the one who states this truth in verse 14. "Is anything too hard for the Lord?" Sarah had laughed as God has reconfirmed the promise of a son and has included her by name as having this boy by this time next year. So I was left picking the song before the lecture and it was 2:00a.m. I had a bit of headache and the self talk was something like this, "You know, if you were _ _ _ _ _ (insert organized, well balanced person's name) this would have been done on Monday, whereby allowing you some time to meditate on the truth of these songs, by oh, no, you don't know how to do anything orderly, you love this insanity, you just need to learn to say no to some things, balance girlfriend, is that a word that you've ever heard of or can relate to, etc, lots of self-loathing and finger pointing at oneself. It's so hard to pick a great song when your mind isn't fully present and at 2:00a.m., for real, whose is? But I perservered I knew there had to be a great song, proclaiming "Nothing is impossible with God." And ...bam, there it was..."He is able".
He is able, more than able
to accomplish what concerns me today
He is able, more than able
to handle anything that comes my way,
He is able, more than able
to do much more than I could ever dream.
He is able, more than able
to make me what He wants me to be.
I am a little more weepy at 2 as well, and the truth of this song pierced my rambling, raging mind and brought peace in the midst of the storm. Even through the choices that I have made and the plans that I have laid, God is able, God is with me and He hears me and knows me and loves me and provides for me. I was grateful. I fininshed up the last few things and trudged to bed with renewed hope for my days.
But God was still working. During Bible study I received a text and realized that I needed to accompany a child to the doctor's appointment that I thought was covered, but forgot that in the fabulous world of multi, multi-tasking, the coach needed to leave the appointment and go to a practice in Grand Rapids and this child needed to be at a practice in Fremont. My presence was requested. Cue the loud scream in my head, and the request of, "when does the ride stop? I'm ready to get off, now." Bible study ended and I rounded up the troops, I listened to the sweet chatter as we headed for the "silver bullet". When we got in the car and I started to give the agenda for the "new plan" and where we were all going and what we would be doing. There was one child who was in his own little world. He was singing, and God knew that I needed to be brought into his little world. This is what Isaiah was singing, in his four year old voice that projects in amazing ways, over the din of 7 other people in a big, gray van.
My God is so BIG, so strong and so mighty
There's nothing my God cannot do.
My God is so BIG, so strong and so mighty
There's nothing my God cannot do.
The mountains are his, the valleys are his,
The skies are his handiwork too,
My God is so BIG, so strong and so mighty
There's nothing my God cannot do.
for YOU!!
We sang it together, all of us, and I was once again, brought to my knees with gratefulness to my God who sees, hears, knows, understands and is faithful to complete His work in my life. He created me and He has given me this life, all be it, sometimes I don't include Him in making my committments and find myself in a cyclone, but even there. He is there. His preference is that He would be my event coordinator, and He is oh so willing to do that for me. But unlike the 5 year old, He isn't always in my business, He waits for me to seek Him. But His word to me last week was, in spite of where you find yourself and your neglect in consulting me before your "not-so-well" laid plans. Kim, I am in the busy-ness of your life, even in those stolen moments of 2 a.m. and the hustle and bustle from one great thing to the other. I will be there for you, I will pursue you, because I love you.
My God is so BIG, so strong and so mighty, there is nothing My God cannot do! He is able to accomplish what concerns me today, and in the midst of the moments of this life I am pursued with a message of His grace, love, acceptance and HOPE!!
Amen, Sister! Preach it!
ReplyDeleteyou make me laugh Jean, thanks for your encouragement.
ReplyDeleteI hear you, my dear girl! Please be assured of my understanding of your above mentioned paragraphs, and LOVE the gentleness of Jesus to us, (for these half wigged out mommas) in showing us intentionally, HIS presence in our chaos.
ReplyDeleteIncindentally, on another blog i was running through, the mom refers to herself unapologetically as "Crazy Mom" I kind of like that. That way no one has to guess or anything, its our ownership title. haha.
You enjoy your time down there in FL, and I will be praying for some R and R for YOU.
Love and hugs!
Colleen