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Mess
I’ve long said, “You can eat off my floors.” That’s not the same statement as “My floors are so clean, you can eat off them.”
You might look in my kitchen and think, “Ugh. Mess.”
My spice rack….oh, how I’d love to have them all in alpha order and grouped by sweet/savory. Never gonna happen. My middle name should be “Monk.”
Or peek in the breakfast room, and think, “Yuk. More mess.”
The church pew we bought when we were expecting Rachel. It held diaper bags for years. Now it holds jumbled backpacks, sweatshirts, purses and school books.
But walk a few steps into the den, and you’ll really see some mess.
Hannah and I dragged out the year’s accumulation of Samaritan’s purse stuff today, getting ready to pack boxes as soon as the Halloween candy goes half-price next Saturday. Oh. My. Gosh. Lip balm, toothbrushes, knit caps, silverware sets, school supplies Happy Meal Toys – thanks to generous friends, we’ve got it goin’ on.
Yes, it’s a mess. But a happy one. I put away all the Halloween decorations, except the kitchen dish towels, the breakfast plates and the pumpkins the girls painted at Fiesta Texas. We need the room!
I belong to a fabulous “Women on Wednesdays” class at church. Truth be told, I never liked Wednesday nights before I joined this class. I went to Wednesday nights because my kids wanted to go. This semester, we’re studying Kay Arthur’s book, “The Names of God,” one of which is Jehovah – Jireh, “the God who provides.” That name has been particularly meaningful to me the last week. I’ve stressed about the boxes this year – more than I ever have before. Keith even commented that I seemed more worried than usual about (1) getting it all done and (2) paying the $7 per box for shipping.
Well…my class is coming over this Wednesday night to help organize all this stuff and get it ready to pack. There’s a huge amount of work to be done, and I am soooo grateful.
And several wonderful friends have donated shipping money – an enormous help for which I am profoundly grateful. The morning after the night I tossed and turned worrying and finally said, “I can’t keep doing this, God” - two friends each gave generous gifts.
Jehovah – Jireh indeed.
I don’t know how many boxes we’ll do this year. I never know, and we never work toward a number anyway. We trust that we do the number we’re supposed to do for the children we’re supposed to do them for.
And we believe that when kids get them, they’ll understand what’s really in them. It’s not pens or pencils or T-shirts or bubble gum. It’s “Jehovah-Shammah” – The Lord is There.
Thank you, friends, from the children who will never know your name.
But one day may know the name of God.
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