Before my eyes were even fully awake on Monday, I heard the sound of coughing coming from the living room. I knew it was going to be one of those days. By the time I could brush my teeth and get my coffee, three out of four of the kids were coughing, moaning and trying to climb into my lap.
We rallied a little on Tuesday when I fixed our broken vacuum cleaner. It had been out of commission for several days – okay, fine – it had been several weeks. I was beginning to have floors that you could eat off of – not because of their cleanliness, mind you, but because of the amount of food crumbs on them. I took that baby apart, fixed it, put it back together and proceeded to vacuum the entire house to which my husband said, “That’s hot.” I’m certain that Proverbs 31:32 would have read, “She repaireth small household appliances.”
Then, we got to Wednesday. The coughing and moaning was now accompanied by fevers and snotty noses. Foolishly, I thought we may still be able to have a school day. The crying, coughing, teething baby, however, did not seem to think that was a good idea.
Now, here we are at Thursday. Everyone is lounging and coughing and watching cartoons. I really don’t know why I felt the need to share all of that with you. Maybe it’s because I don’t know how so many of you do it. How do so many bloggers have something witty or inspiring to say each and every day? It’s beyond me.
I did want to leave you with one thought from my Bible reading this week. It’s something I have been pondering, especially since I am prone to fear and worry.
Who are you that you should fear man who dies,
or a son of man who is given up like grass?
But you have forgotten the Lord, your Maker,
who stretched out the heavens
and laid the foundations of the earth. – Isaiah 51:12-13
As I read this, it occurred to me that we can not fear and remember at the same time. I don’t think this means that we never feel fear. The question, instead, is this: do we live afraid? We can’t live afraid and remember the Lord.
Some day, I will have the courage to write about the last eighteen months of my life. We had a baby, lost a job, lost a home and moved three times. Friends walked away and relationships ended and it left me all a little gun shy. I’m just very aware that this world offers little to no security. What if this friend misunderstands my heart, too? What if this job doesn’t work out either? What if forever doesn’t mean the same thing anymore?
I’ve been living afraid.
And, if I’m afraid, then I have forgotten.
It’s time to start remembering.
I adore, y’all. I really do.