Robb walked past me at the computer last night and said, “you sure blog a lot”. He has started calling me ‘blogger’ as in, “hey, blogger, how ya’ doin?” He used to call me facebooker. I told him that I’m really liking it. How as a mother of young kids you often go through the day, busy doing things but at the end of the day not really sure what you did. There is something about blogging that puts something down, even just in words, there is evidence that I did something.
But apparently, God had something to teach me. because today I came across this…
Try everyday. I do. Really, I do. I laugh, shake my head. Who would know it, looking around here most days?
I get up to fill the pitcher at the tap, sapling child needing rewatering. Test the temperature with the fingers, then fill. Who can see the spelling lessons? The breakfast made this morning? The next chapter of The Yearling read, the last child rocked early in the morning, the prayers whispered middle of the morning? I try in a week and a lot may get done, but the right things? Like water through fingers…
I water this grove of children. The water pours and think how I want a crumbless, smudgeless, spotless house, a house with empty laundry baskets, empty sinks, empty garbage cans, with floors like mirrors and mirrors like water, and a pantry lined neat like books in the study and pies lining the counter like sweet children all in a row. I want the (seeming) perfection all day that only happens at night when the whirl slows to a still and the six children sleep, their books and their legos, their papers and their creations, all finding their resting places too. I want a father-in-law who walks in mid-spin and sees what I have done with a day, with a week, and smiles his satisfaction.
I want things seen.
These can be idols.Again, today, I must: Slay the idol of the seen.
Today, a thousand times again today, I will: preach the truth to this soul prone to wander. I will seek the affirming smile of Father.These words were written by ann voskamp in www.aholyexperience.com They are beautiful and they were exactly what I needed to read…and learn…and live.
“Unseen. Things Unseen. Invest in Things Unseen.”
The dishes pile on the counter and we sit, read Scripture, take the hand beside us, and we pray.