To say that life around here has been crazy lately is an understatement. (Here's an important tidbit about me: I don't handle chaos very well. Put me in a disorganized house with a demanding toddler who is bent on destroying order and I'm really not a happy girl.) I totally recognize that what I'm dealing with here is not a tragedy by any stretch of the imagination, but the last couple of weeks have felt a little bit like treading water (with a very small, very opinionated little person snapping at my heels). Exhausting. Two weeks in this house and we're still surrounded by piles of random things that haven't found a place, my keys are missing, the kitchen sink sprung a leak, Michael is throwing another tantrum...you get the idea. Two steps forward and a few steps back and all that.
But a couple of days ago the tide seemed to turn a little bit. Michael and I got out of the house - I went to Bible study and he went to play with some other little ones his age. We had lunch with Tim and had a really good time. We're finally carving out some comfortable, liveable, Michael-proof spaces in the house. This morning Michael and I made a fall wreath and ate apples while a soft storm rolled overhead. He's napping, there's a pot of chicken soup simmering on the stove, and I've got a few minutes to sit and think and write. It's so refreshing, this assurance that a new season is coming just like it always does. That God's word abides and, once again, He's provided us with a sweet family of believers to love. That order is there, under the stacks of mismatched cables and old school notes, waiting patiently as we work our way down to it.
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