April 8, 2015
Every night at 6 pm we eat dinner together. Not. Every day the house is tidy, the floors are swept and mopped. Not. After our evening meal we have a two mile walk. Not. Every night we pull out our various projects and sit around in cozy chairs listening to the music that suits our mood. Not. We continue to take turns reading out loud the riveting book we started. Not. We have a rousing conversation over the current events of the day. Not. We always have a nightly devotional. Not. We work together on our memory verses. Not
This is how it looked in college as I dazed into my future. It looked good. Real good. Or not! B-O-R-E-D-O-M. I know, I know, consistency is important and good. But it does drive me a bit crazy. I begin to want to destroy. I must work against this force but it is definitely a force to contend with.
So, how do I manage to keep from getting depressed from the disparity between my reality and my dreams? Well, many times, I do not do a good job. And I do let it take me down. Sometimes I air my frustrations to my children and they look at me with disgust by my inability to appreciate the moments we do have.
For, many times, we do sit around that huge, high, beautiful wooden table Kathryn had made and friends purchased. We have fun and spontaneous talks late into the night when we should be in bed. We do listen to music in our home as we have been privileged to have house concerts put on by our son. Many times we join hands and pray spontaneously. We have short skits that come out of nowhere at unpredictable times. Devotionals just don't work around here. We do talks! Many. We blitz and clean up the house and make sure the bathroom never stinks of urine. And we have read the bible together.
But the order is never the same. Years ago, under guilt that my children were not getting consistency, the Lord reminded me that he knew the woman he had given the children to. Oh.... thanks God! What did that mean?!
Exactly what it meant. These children were given to a woman who does things a little out of order, goes to the beat of a different drummer. Ok, a lot!