I didn't plan out activities for my 4 and 6 year old boys for the rest of the week.
I meant to pick up the wild collection of plastic weapons that decorate our home. These things can make you lose your sanity. But I started to look at the colors, blues, oranges, yellows and reds.
I was not able to find the missing socks. Where do those mismatched socks go?
There was a lot of 'I didn't' and 'I meant to' this week.
But God is good when you put aside the obvious housework and to do lists and just 'be'.
I did meet friends.
I did talk about motherhood.
I did talk about teaching.
I did plan for Children's church.
I did talk about finding your way in the midst of chaos.
I did share my mess, my thoughts, my home with Christine.
It was glorious.
And I did dance with the kids.
It was a feast.
It was loud.
We swam together. We played.
We talked, shared and we prayed.
And we danced.
This week I remembered that I’m more than the house cleaner.
I’m a joy bringer.
I’m a dance partner.
I’m a drum aficionado.
I’m a candy lover.
I’m an artist-in-residence.
I’m a renaissance mom if I want to be to the three humans I’m raising.
And by gosh, some nights that means there won’t be clean dishes.
…but there will be dancing.
Thank you Jesus, Christine, Arnelle, Heidi Song, and Heidi Nam for the reminder to bring joy in...
This is a repost from the summer of 2014. A reminder of the Celebration called Life.