Monday, February 12, 2007

Following God at a young age

Wouldn't you know, on the heels of my glorious week, finally finishing up all the room-painting, my husband Dennis got sick. Poor guy. He's got bad allergies anyway, which he bravely sniffles through, but by Sunday afternoon, he just went to bed. Sore throat, fever, the yucks.

I spent most of the afternoon STILL trying to put the little girls' room back together (I said it would take a week, didn't I?) plus working on another project (photos forthcoming, soon). By the time I rounded up the herd, tucked everyone into bed, cleaned up the stray dishes, realized I never washed gym clothes for the morning, and made a final pass through the house for debris, it was close to 10:00.

Sometimes it just gets discouraging - the never-ending-ness of it all. I admit there are times (last night was one of them) I feel like little more than a maid, and my mind goes south. Dark thoughts compete for space in my brain: I work on a project for an afternoon, and everyone suddenly forgets to pick up their own trash? or, They don't appreciate me, or, Will they never learn to hang a towel properly? or, Why can't they just load their own glass into the dishwasher? Hrumph.

I think God understands this. Not always, but occasionally, if I'm watching for it, He gently reminds me that there's more to it than the sum of the mundane tasks that fill up my day. There's more to the cooking (or the painting) and continual cleaning up. There's more than just the physical and emotional exhaustion I sometimes feel.

Sometimes, he gives me a tiny glimpse of what really matters. A tiny glimpse of the eternal. Sometimes it's a small hand reaching up to mine. Sometimes it's a bear hug from an adolescent son. Other times it's an "I love you" from a teenage daughter.

In the stillness of the late evening, however, when everyone was finally asleep and I was alone with my thoughts, my reminder came in the form of an impromptu essay (more like a sermon!) written in a quiet moment by our nine-year-old daughter Saturday afternoon.

I am complaining about picking up dirty socks and crusty cereal bowls, when I have a daughter who is learning to pray to guard her tongue in the face of her "big family who often gets on [her] nerves!" (I thought that part was pretty funny!). She loves God, and, even better, wants to follow Him. Could there be anything more important?

Thank you, God, for a little perspective. Or should I say, the big perspective.

I needed that.

By the way, P.U.S.H. is from a Rob Biagi song called "Pray Until Something Happens."

19 comments:

Christa said...

Wow! That is amazing! Thank you for sharing your daughter's message. She is right on.

Very cool.

Beck said...

Your daughter sounds like a wonderful kid. I can just imagine her reading that to the class!

Beckyb said...

Wow - did you just hear me complaining over here or what?!?!? I was moaning over having to do everything and others can't even put their shoes/coats away once a day - and then I read this ---WOW - that's where I want my kids' hearts to be too - wonderful! By the way - I posted our pepto room!! :)

Lari said...

Isn't it great to know what's truly in their hearts? My 10 yo wrote about his salvation experience for one of his practice TAKS writing tests. They were supposed to write about an exciting day in their lives. :-)

emily said...

that is sooo cute! and cool! yay, Katherine and family!!

Munchkin Land said...

I just love that God teaches us valuable lessons through our children. That's probably why He constantly said, "bring the little children to me". Your daughter wrote a beautiful essay!!

Rachel Anne said...

That just choked me up! What an awesome letter! What an awesome girl. I loved it. Give her a big hug from Aunt Rachel. Her heart really comes through in her words.

txmommy said...

Amen.
Cook kid, good job mom!

Andrea said...

Girl needs her own BLOG!! :)
Katherine, I know that made your day, your week...your YEAR. What a sweetheart and what a good writer--takes after mom, no?
"I know no greater joy than to see my children walk in truth."

Julie said...

Amen! I had a "maid moment" a couple of weeks ago that had me wound pretty tight. I had to stop and refocus and choose joy and gratitude over the fact that I have children to pick up after,a house to clean, etc.

Jen said...

Just fantastic....God is blessing your family....

Billie Rae said...

With out question, I can see Gramma Anne's influence in this little ones words.........A friend of Gramma in China

Jennifer said...

Hi Katherine-I love that you made the connection between our mundane, every day tasks and "the tiny glimpse of what really matters". I had one of those this morning as my I use Honey Nut Cheerios versus Regular Cheerios to illustrate that pleasant words are like honey. My 6 year old said "I feel God's hand touching me right now." I had to stop and give pause. I didn't know what to do or what it meant until I read your blog. I have been so worried about all of my tasks and I think this was my glimpse of what really matter and God telling me that I need to keep plugging along.

Blessings to you Katherine and congratulations on raising such a spiritually rich daughter.

Butterfly Kisses said...

Awwww! That's awesome. I pray that my child will feel the same way toward God at the age of nine. Thanks again for another encouraging post. I love visiting your blog.

Laurel Wreath said...

I love the PUSH acronym. Don't you love how God encourages us Mothers in surprising ways. I loved reading this.

Susanne said...

What a great letter and what a cool kid!

org junkie said...

Awesome Katherine! What an amazing letter that you must keep forever tucked away in a very special place. I just loved it!

Laura

Elise said...

Oh, you are doing a great job - isn't grace wonderful? ;)

Jennifer said...

I finally got around to reading this. I've been here this week, but I didn't have the focus that I wanted to give something of this magnitude. I think I will show this to my 8yo daughter. . . .

Thanks. Very sweet, and an appropriate inspiration and kick in the pants!