Out of Chaos
It is hours before Thanksgiving. Cakes and cars are piling up on counters and down the driveway.
And I’m wondering if I’m keeping joy in all things, or just killing the to-do list.
Tripping over Dr. Seuss and dolls with no hair, and clothes and suitcases that need to be moved into a bedroom, I try to remember that I asked for this. I asked for them to all come home, and yes, bring your friends.
It is more normal for family to be messy than to have complete order.
Out Chaos God brings order, He brings it into being. It is in chaos, that big mess of people and their needs, is a bended Holy knee, leaning in with an eternal ear listening, and gently working on chaos in the inner house.
The chaos that shows up in the night, as our body gropes for rest and our mind continues to work through all that needs to be done. That is where He who never slumbers wraps us in the arms of His strength.
“Rest in Me”, He whispers to my weary spirit.
And I open my hand to release control, and I open my spirit, all bound up with chaos, and receive His peace.
Home is not where everything is perfectly manicured or magazine matching. It is where the laundry and dishes pile high and we dodge children of all sizes and of all kinds of relationship. It is where flower gardens might get slightly trampled by boys chasing pig-skinned balls, and muddy feet leave trails through the house and we learn to give thanks in all things.
Happy Thanksgiving my friends. I am so thankful for you.