How can life be wildly loud and lonely, at the same time?
How can there be so much movement, but no action?
How can one be lost, but surrounded by people?
How do you survive the chaos, when it fells like it is eating you alive?
… I do not have the answers. I just have the observations.
Seasons like this remind me of a ride at the fair. The type of ride that spins you around and upside down, at the same time. The type of ride that looks so fun, until you are stuck on it – waiting for it to be over. Barely even enduring it; just doing what you can to not loose your lunch. There is so much overstimulation of the senses. It is NOT my favorite.
I know that there is a God who sees. I have faith that plan B has a redemptive ending. I choose to hold on one more day, waiting with my eyes shut tight for His tangible hand to be extended in grace.
I choose the chaos… this is my life.
The rocks. Seashells. Princess rings. Dead bugs.
That’s how it starts.
But us Mommsas know it’s so much more.
Life has been especially challenging in our household the last couple of months. The joy of motherhood is, needless to say, not present on a daily basis. I noticed this summer that when I was handed the rocks, and rings, and bugs – my eyes would roll and almost immediately look for a place to re-home the “treasure”. On our visit to Vashon Island a few weeks ago, I could hear the wisdom of God. It was sobering. Here was my realization: I am the keeper of the treasure.
Often I take it for grated that my small people entrust me with their most valuable finds. Some days it is exhausting to be handed pocketfuls of gray gold (aka rocks). But when God helps you to see that those rocks represent the most precious pieces of your babies day – it shifts your perspective. Or at least it did for me.
The rocks and bugs and flowers are my babes saying “I trust you with what is important to me. Will you watch over it? Will you be the keeper of my treasure” Yes! I will watch over them. I will watch over you. You are safe with me.
Lord, my prayer, help me be the momma they can always trust. The one they always want to bring their treasures too. The reflector of You and Your protection. The safe harbor when lifes winds blow hard. The loving watcher of magic moments. The believer of all things impossible. The cheerleader of tree climbing. The one who champions the difficult with them. Thank you for reminding me that joy is not a feeling. Thank you that You meet me when I am empty in every way. Thank you for the great honor of getting to be their advocate, their hero, their treasure keeper.