The Frost of Heaven

I suppose that someone with experience would be me. Well, all I have to say about that is a quote from my cousin who is, believe it or not, even older than me! She said, "all the jokes about getting old in your forties were funny, in your fifties it's just not a bit funny". I think I'm beginning to agree.

For one thing, I don't seem to have much tolerance for stress since my red hat party. BTW, let me just say right now that I haven't sent out any thank you notes for my lovely party, been feelin pretty guilty about that too. But to do so at this late of a date would likely just confirm the fact that I'm getting old and really losin it! So to anybody still reading this blog who attended my party, I really did appreciate it and the fun gifts, more than you know.

Also I would just like to say that you have to really watch your perspective on things during this new decade. I just came back from a trip to Minnesota where somehow, time seems to run a little slower, homemakers seem to have it a little more together and it seems perfectly acceptable to spend extravagant amounts of time deciding what colors of towels you will stack neatly in your color-coordinated bathroom decor. I always get so inspired by all that "Dutch clean" homemaking that I beat myself up for my unkempt ways and messy habits. I resolve, once more, to come home and bring my abode up to par, by golly!

The reality went more like this. We got home and stumbled into bed at 2 am, woke up 4 hours later to get the kids off to school, unpacked my overnite bag amidst a pile of dirty, random-colored towels, realized 2 hours later I had to repack it to go to Brenna's outdoor school at 3 pm. Did that, slept 2 nights on a HARD log, didn't change clothes for 48 hours, used only paper towels and had an absolute GRAND time with muddy 6th graders. By the time I got home from that I really had to congratulate myself on how good things were looking around here. It's all just in the perspective.

So this morning as I woke up feeling yet another, very heavy work load ahead of me, we read from scripture about the Lord answering Job (chapter 38) in all his troubles. He asks, "From whose womb comes the ice? And the frost of heaven, who gives it birth?" and also "what is the way to the abode of light? and where does darkness reside?". Can't you just feel your monster challenges shrinking as you read that? In other words, from His perspective, my heavy burden is really just featherweight for his strong arms. And in the NT, Jesus calls all who are weary and heavy-laden to cast our burden on him, for His yoke is easy and His burden is light. So that was how my morning prayer went, and amazingly as I kept putting one foot in front of the other all day long, the load had really lifted by this afternoon.

Now if I just had that extra bedroom across the hall to work with, I could make some real progress around here. On second thought, I think I will treasure all my full bedrooms until the end of summer sneaks up on me and you will find me crying over my first empty bedroom.