I pulled on my running shoes and hit the sidewalk after dinner the other night.
I just needed some time alone, a break from the noise and constant buzzing of people that is our family.
After putting my favorite song on “repeat” I looked to my left and saw the beautiful moon above me.
It looked like a heavenly bowl, ready to be filled.
In my heart were frustrations with willful children, exhaustion from trying to teach three boys all of their lessons, and hope for God to be big and mighty in our lives.
That moon-bowl hung there, empty.
I took my load of emotions and questions and poured it all into that shining crescent, and I told God He was welcome to keep it.
I felt better, lighter as I stepped along.
When I got home, Mr. Fantastic and the kids had cleaned everything up and were ready for our nightly read-aloud, The Two Towers.
I sat in Boy 1’s bed and thought about this family of ours. The six of us are in this thing together.
We fight and forgive, get frustrated and find grace, humble ourselves and serve, love and laugh, and teach and learn all day long.
God puts out a big bowl and we dump our lives in, the good, the bad, and the ugly, and He makes it all worthwhile by pouring out His love in our hearts.
This weekend we have baseball practice and leaves to rake, a new indoor pool to try out and library books to devour, laundry to fold and movies to watch. I’m looking forward to every minute of it.
I hope your weekend is full of joy too, that you dump all the hard stuff in a big bowl and hand it to God, and that you enjoy every second of grace that He pours out on you.
Happy weekend, friends.
