You’re reading a God–Sized Dreams post. Each Tuesday, a team of God-sized dreamers writes on the progress of their dreams, spurred by the wisdom in Holley Gerth’s new book, You’re Made for a God-Sized Dream: Opening the Door to All God Has for You. This week’s question is: What’s a typical day in your life like right now? How can you see God’s hand in the middle of the “small” and ordinary too?
“Mom, what do you think is gonna come squishing out of this napkin?”
“Mom, I have to go potty.”
“Mom, the toilet is clogged.”
“Mom, I can’t find anything to eat.”
“Mom, wanna see how wiggly my tooth is?”
“Mom, none of my clothes feel good on me.”
“Mom, can we go to Timporton’s (Tim Horton’s)?”
“Mom, Anthony got over the gate again…and he spilled water on my school books.”
“Mom, I can’t find my math book.”
“Mom, can I make you a surprise in the kitchen?”
“Mom, tell her to stop!”
“Mom, I hate school!”
“Mom, I love you with all my heart.”
They are 11, 9, 6, and 2.
And I do not pretend that I have a clue what I’m doing.
We do school at home, and whatever you imagine that to look like, I assure you…it doesn’t.
Most days, we look and feel like a mess.
But, it’s our mess, and the days on which we embrace that are good days.
Between the spills, complaints, and redressing my toddler-with-nudist-tendencies, we try to sneak in some snuggles, giggles, and learning.
And that is purely by the grace of God. A grace that spreads throughout the day, reminding us that Jesus is right there with us, in us, working through us.
I know the prevailing wisdom is to get up before all the kids and get geared up for the day.
But, early morning and I broke up a long time ago.
And truly, no one wants to see the me that awakens for the day at 5:30ish.
I’m convinced my lovies would rather have a functional, pleasant me.
And so, I’m going with the stay-in-communion-with-God-throughout-the-day-plan, snagging those quiet 15 and 20 minute focused times of prayers as they become available.
It’s an imperfect plan, and one that I don’t want long term.
But, for now, it’s the seeing God revealing Himself in the small delights of life…in the times of enough energy and clarity to write and create…in the text or Facebook message of a dear friend…in the warm, slobbery embrace of a 2 year old…
And being grateful.
It’s the still, small voice and the sweet spot of the peace that surpasses all understanding when my heart just knows that I am where I am meant to be.
(And that, someday, I will get to sit down for two minutes in a row.)