It's so quiet, it's deafening.
My dear sister picked up my fab four yesterday morning at 9:30. I helped pack them in the car, strolled up the sidewalk waving kisses. Entering the house, I closed the door behind me, glanced at my long to-do list, walked right into my bedroom and crashed. A nap at 9:45 a.m., a luxury I can never remember indulging before, but oh, so needed.
I once read a beautifully written post of a Momma, who when walking around the corner into her kitchen found a massive mess of pots, pans, tupperware, silverware - and a little smiling toddler. She found herself caught up with emotion at that moment, realizing that mess was a sure symbol of His faithfulness. That mess meant that smiling toddler was there, present, and an answer to much, much prayer.
A few of this week's messes: A penny in the belly of a 6-year-old. A few less water mushrooms growing under the tree, also inbeaded in the belly of a 6-year-old and her dear twin. A massive meltdown in Hobby Lobby. Mud caked inside the air conditioner unit. A new, must-be-replaced-today shower curtain. A burnt bathroom rug. Sharpie marks on my calendar, and the kitchen counter. A quilt pulled off the wall. A new massive stain on the carpet.
All sure symbols of His faithfulness - these four little treasures I prayed fervently for, messes and all. They are here. They are present.
And this precious weekend He has given me two wonderful grace kisses - silence, and the anticipation of their return.
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matthew 6:21 (ESV Bible)
