Just this

Rhema’s lost her clothes again and streaks through the kitchen. Hope’s doubled over in laughter.

“Rhema!” we exclaim as if she’s never done this before.

“Girl, go get your underpants! Go get your underpants on!”

She prances out, and then moments later approaches me with her underpants in hand. She just needs my help putting them on. She understands. She’s following a direction. And I tell you, my heart could burst.

There’s a Mount Everest mountain of clothes threatening to spill out my laundry room. There’s juice on the floor and green pieces of Hope’s slime project stuck in Rhema’s curls and belly. There’s poop on the Bible. Yes, there’s poop on the Bible. And the iTouch. And somewhere else – we just haven’t found it yet.

There’s another week looming of being busy for the sake of being busy: time filled with work deadlines and meetings and EEG results and Mommy-guilt and grown-up decisions and regrets I cannot escape.

But it’s a day to rest, rest in our Jesus. It’s me and my girls, and all we have is this.

They are loud and silly-sleepy, but we put on nursery rhyme videos.

They get absolutely crazy over cool monkeys in shades in “5 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed.” And the way we dance and spin. First Hope in my arms, we jump up and down. And then I dip her head low when a monkey falls off the bed. I wag my finger in her face, and we yell “No more monkeys jumping in the bed!” I deposit Hope on the couch when it’s two monkeys down and just enough time to catch Rhema’s flying leap into my arms. She knows it’s her turn. She’s heavy and I’m out of breath and my old back is aching, but who knows? Who knows how much longer I’ll be able to carry my firstborn like this? To swing her in my arms, dizzy with joy?

I’ll hold on for as long as I can.

And then I’ll open my hands again and give her, her sister, this family, these days to the only God who is Love. The only One who loves them and holds them far better than me. He’s got this whole wide world in His hands.

My girls danced and held hands and played Ring Around the Rosie tonight. Yes, they did. And the world is alright with me. I’ll count this day as lovely.


22 thoughts on “Just this

  1. This post killed me. I am so overwhelmed by emotion – by joy, by sweetness, by the ache in the undercurrent, by the Faith – the overarching capital F Faith that brings us along with you to this place of such calm, such joy, such peace – where somehow this all makes sense. I love you girl. So very much. 

  2. Praise God for your ability to see the blessing and His peace in the midst of the chaos. He does have the whole world in His hands and He’s the best care taker of the girl’s ever…

  3. Aw…I can’t life my boy anymore unless we are in the water together. But it is still so sweet to have his too-grown arms around my neck again!

  4. Cheers from my side to you girls (er…………..including one lady)
    “oh, the things we get to celebrate.” same thing over here
    remember the pool post ? 🙂
    now…”i kind of love it.”

    keep it going with the jumping monkeys……

  5. and 1 more thing……..just chill about the mess….becoz u should see the mess my bro and siss are responsible for 🙂
    sometimes they do act like cleaners……u know ……extraordinary ones….like the others they dont need any special disinfectant or anything for sweeping and stuff …..their big mouths are more than enough……..it will be open for 24 hrs and later on the room stinks….if they find any new thing they they introduce themselves to it with their mouth as they are just a naughty bunch of 11 months old….since my grandma is not here right now for the baby sitting duties i get to take her “prestigious position” 2 help my mom….
    i do admit its fun and mind blowing but sometimes it …..LITERALLY…blows your mind….

    anyway allthe best for your work wiyh laundry…..

  6. There’s poop on the Bible. Yes, there’s poop on the Bible. And the iTouch. And somewhere else – we just haven’t found it yet.

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