These days begin with two little boys crawling into bed with me, rubbing my cheek, kissing my face, pressing their foreheads against mine, and scratching my legs with their wiggly feet and ragged toenails. Morning seems to come too quickly. They're preceded by semi-late nights, laying in bed with my love while he plays Candy Crush Saga and I work out sudoku puzzles on my phone. The peace and quiet around us is intoxicating and it's hard to put an end to our fun for the sake of a good night's sleep. "Just one more puzzle," I tell myself, "Maybe I can beat my record."
But those morning kissers and leg scratchers come to find me in bed regardless of whether or not I went to bed at a good hour. I roll over sometimes, put a pillow over my head. I can't block out the day forever, though. Sippy cups have to be gathered, milk poured, coffee brewed.
On a good day we might go to the park, or meet a new friend in our new city, or run errands in our car with the air conditioner pumping and the music thumping loudly in our ears. The boys are going to grow up thinking it's normal to ride around with their mother bouncing and head bopping in the driver's seat to music that's way too loud. If I'm lucky they'll love it as much as I do and we can be music maniacs together.
On a "bad" day, we might be home the majority of the day, feeling claustrophobic and watching too many kid shows on Netflix. I might be grumpy and short because I feel like a failure that I'm not doing a better job at motherhood. I might look longingly at people outside my realm of acquaintanceship and wish we could be friends. I might get discouraged that I don't have the option of doing anything fun because our paycheck ran out within the first week after getting it and there's barely any gas in the car.
But the only way to get through those days is to keep pressing ahead. Keep breathing, keep moving, keep praying, keep reaching out. A call to my mother helps me feel more balanced. I tell myself that even though life may feel cyclic at times, we are moving forward, settling in, and making progress. If I use my eyes of faith I can look towards the future with a lot more hope and expectancy.
I'm going to begin this week with a heart that is calm and a spirit that's expecting to see the Lord's goodness in my life.
I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.
Psalm 27:13-14 (NIV)
What about you, are you ready to lay hold of God's promises today and make this a good Monday no matter what? It may be hard to see now, but if you put your faith in God and trust his plan for your life, he has amazing things in store for you. You've never seen, heard, or even imagined the wonderful things he's prepared for you.
So when you think about your life today, remember that there is so much more to it than meets the eye. Look with your eyes of faith. Look through the lens of the promises that God has made to you, and for all those who love him. Look with expectancy. Write these words all over your fridge, your hands, your kid's faces, your floors, your dishes, whatever it takes:
Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Isaiah 40:28-31 (NIV)