The Interrupted Life

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It’s almost 9 pm by the time I get my three-year old to bed. I come downstairs wash a few dishes and sit down to face a blank page, praying for some words to encourage you and the fortitude for a finished thought. Finally, some quiet. Finally, some time alone. But almost as soon as I sit down, my 16 month old starts crying. His bed-time is earlier and for some reason he’s woken up.

I give him a few minutes to see if he won’t settle down and go back to sleep, but he doesn’t. And somehow creative thoughts aren’t flowing freely while I hear my baby’s cries grow more insistent. I check on him, which only upsets him more. I try to rock him and he flails. I opt to put him back in his crib and rub his tummy to see if he won’t settle down. He does and I quietly tip-toe out of the room. But as soon as the door shuts, he’s wailing again. I give him a little while to see if he won’t calm down and go to sleep on his own. But he doesn’t and because this is unusual for him and he’s just recently had an ear infection, I decide to err on the side of some Advil and a bottle. Finally, an hour after it began, he quietly puts himself back to sleep.

By now, it’s 10 pm and I’m running on fumes. The night before, my older son had a night terror. “Stay with me a little while, Mommy” turned into me sleeping on the floor by his bed until he fell back asleep. I woke up cold and stiff around 4 am and snuck back to my own bed only to have the little one wake up before 6 am, ready to go for the day.

So as I settle in to write, somewhere north of 10 pm, after a long day, and the interrupted sleep of the night before, somehow I can’t help but think about interruptions.

Interruptions are a constant part of a parent’s life. We can’t finish a conversation with a spouse, a meal, a bathroom break, a phone conversation, or a night’s sleep without someone melting down, falling, snatching a toy, crying, or needing a diaper change. We can’t even remember how to finish our sentences we’re interrupted so many times. (Here, I’m not talking about the child who is the habitual sentence-interrupter. That’s certainly something we need to work on training them not to do. But rather, I’m focusing on those everyday interruptions that are just a part of having children.)

And sooner or later, we start learning that it’s not in the goal or the plan, but in the interruption where ministry and real life are happening. It’s in the hours when we rock a fussing baby or hold a boy’s hand until the bad dreams recede. It’s in the moment where we must stop everything to discipline or when dinner gets burnt because we take a few minutes to stop and share our child’s joy in the just-finished Play-doh creation.

With each of life’s interruptions, our children are learning about what we value most. Is it them or the finished task? Is it keeping schedule or cultivating closeness? Is it our own comfort or their well-being? They are learning whether we view them as precious souls or as exasperating obstacles to our goals.

I’m not there yet. Too often I sigh or groan or lose my cool when I’m interrupted. I’m a completer, by nature, and leaving things unfinished just kills me. But little by little, God is showing me that when I view the ordinary interruptions as exasperations that I’m really just viewing my children that way. These are my beautiful, prayed-for, longed-for and desired interruptions. These are precious souls whose nurture and care is the main business of my life… my calling.

So God, give us the grace to embrace these interruptions as opportunities, to see them as the moments where we have the chance to show our children how you view them when they knock, plead, or find themselves in need. May we bear with sleep-deprivation, unfinished goals, lost thoughts and conversations, with grace and perspective. And may our children never question their value in our eyes or yours.

 

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Embrace Your Season

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We’re on a bit of a vacation this week, staying with dear friends on Cape Hatteras. Unfortunately, no one informed the children that mommy was on a bit of a vacation this week. The boys have succeeded in waking one another up the last two days around 5:30 am. And of course, once they are awake, Mommy is awake. I’ll admit I was sorely tempted to be out of sorts about it. But on the first day, as I was getting up with them God lifted up my eyes to notice the glorious sunrise bursting over the Atlantic. I turned on some cartoons for them and sat myself facing the shore.  I comforted myself with the thought, “This is a sunrise I would have missed if I were still sleeping; God wanted me to see this sunrise.”  And I praised Him for it.

Before we left home, I was looking at a stack of books on my counter and thinking about bringing them along and then just laughed about it aloud to my husband. “What’s the likelihood of reading a book on the beach with a toddler and a 3 year old running around?” I asked him. He shrugged and said, “About as likely as me taking a nap on the beach while you read.” We laughed and I brought them anyway, if only because that’s what I do: I bring books places. Today, I didn’t read and my husband didn’t nap on the beach, but we made one mighty fine sand city—I called it Minas Tirith after The Lord of the Rings. We shoveled and the boys buried our toes in sand. I jumped the baby in the icy cold crash of the surf, and flipped not a page, nor closed an eyelid. And this afternoon as I snuggled up next to my three year-old, him sleeping soundly after being kissed by the sun and lullabied by the waves, I praised God for this season.

There was a season of my life where I slept in on weekends and vacations. There was a season of life where books were devoured seaside and naps in the sun were a possibility. This is not that season. This is the season of early wake-ups, of sand on the beach blanket and in our hair and everywhere else because toddlers don’t know any better. This is the season of little boy laughter and giggles and yes, mighty tantrums too. And it’s a season of my life I longed for more than naps and books and sleeping in late on vacation. It was a season I was willing to sacrifice to know. And now I don’t want to miss this season longing for another one. I don’t want to grumble through it. I want to enjoy it. I want to be thankful in it and savor it in all its messy glory.

One day there will be time for books on the seashore and naps, once more, but there won’t be sand-castles, and baby squeals; there won’t be sandy-wet baby footprints on the tile or a boy angel snuggled up next to me on my pillow—his breathing coming soft and steady as the waves.

All seasons are a gift. All are to be cherished. All we need to do is lift our eyes to the break of light we would have missed otherwise. All we need to do is open our ears to the sounds only this season can offer us. With eyes wide open and ears a-tune to the moment, we’re right where God wants us: present and thankful in the now.

Wherever you are today, embrace your season. Open wide your eyes, turn your head to hear the sounds of how God is loving you in the midst of your now. And give Him thanks, right where you are. You will never have this moment again to give to Him in praise.

 

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Waiting in Wonder Book Launch Excerpt 3 and a Nikon Coolpix L810 Digital Camera Giveaway

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So today my three year-old asked me a few different times if he could talk to the baby in my tummy and give the baby a kiss. My heart just melted. He’s so much more aware this pregnancy than last time when he was the size of my little guy (15 mos). And it’s really cool watching him be such a good big brother! Though I didn’t have a camera on me at the moment (I’m so bad at taking pictures, folks, really) I did snap that little moment in my mind and tuck it in my heart.

It’s always tempting in our lives to be so caught up in the future that we miss the present. I know I’m guilty of that. And that’s what today’s excerpt from Waiting in Wonder:Growing in Faith While You’re Expecting is about. I think no matter what stage of life we’re in, single, married, expecting, nearing retirement… that’s a lesson we all need to learn and relearn. Take a look:

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Did you catch that last part? So live this day as if God gave it to you for a purpose–because He did! (Click to tweet!) Think about that some today, okay?

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Resolute: Responding Well to Life’s Interruptions

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Before I had children I heard it said that the hardest part about being a mother was seeing your heart go walking around outside your body. There’s a lot of truth to that. To love someone so much and yet for that little one to be independent and autonomous from you, capable of making their own decisions and mistakes, is something that I know must only get harder as the years pass. But if seeing your heart go walking around outside your body is difficult, perhaps an equally difficult aspect to motherhood is seeing your flaws go walking around outside your body.

At least once a day, I ask my little guy to do something and he refuses to respond right away because he is focused on a task and he must complete it. Perhaps I’ve asked him to come and get his shoes on and he is adamant he will not until his tower is completed. Perhaps I’ve asked him to come to the dinner table and he is adamant that he will not because he is not finished moving all his matchbox cars from their box to the window sill. Now the fact that I get irritated with him over this is ironic because mommy is absolutely hard-wired the same way. I am focused, determined, and resolute. And unfortunately, that can also make me stubborn, oblivious and sometimes impervious to a change in course. They say our greatest strengths are also our greatest weaknesses—double-edged swords wielded correctly they show our prowess, wielded incorrectly they expose our failings. The hard part of my job will be to teach my little guy to master this sword, this one I also so often fall on.

I’ve been thinking of this resolute trait this Lenten season as I think about Jesus moving toward the day of his death and as I continue thinking about what it means to pay attention and be available. Luke’s Gospel records these words for us: “As the time approached for him to be taken up to heaven, Jesus resolutely set out to Jerusalem” (Luke 9:51 NIV, ital. mine). In the NKJV, it says He “set his face toward Jerusalem.” The wording signifies a direct knowledge of what was to come (the cross, his sacrifice) and a direct and resolute turning toward that end point.

I don’t know what it must be like to know your death is imminent. I don’t know what it is like to know that pain beyond what any mind can imagine is just around the corner. I don’t know what it is like to know with certainty that you will face the greatest separation of all: separation from God. But I can only imagine that if I knew with certainty that such events were coming my way, that my mind would not be focused on the needs of others, but preoccupied with my own troubles. And yet Jesus gives us a far different picture.

Immediately after the Scriptures tell us that Jesus set His face toward Jerusalem, it tells us that He sent messengers before Him to Samaria. He knows the cross is coming and yet His mission remains one of mercy…of sharing the Good News with those both far and near. A few chapters later, we see this resolute Jesus weeping over Jerusalem, wishing that He could gather them into His arms like a mother hen (Luke 13:31-35).

As Christ gets closer to the cross, as His own pain intensifies, the Gospel of Luke alone records for us some of the more tender moments of mercy in the midst of His own unimaginable pain. In His hour of gravest need, at a time when no one would blame Him for being completely self-focused, He still continues to minister to those around Him. In Luke 23:27-29, some women are following Jesus on His way to the cross, weeping and wailing for Him. He turns his compassion back on them, however. Luke alone records, Jesus’ famous words from the cross, “Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing” (23:34) as well as the conversation between Jesus and the repentant thief on the cross next to Him, whom He comforts with the words, “Truly, I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise” (23:43). Jesus has an eye to minister to others even in the midst of his pain. Though He was focused and resolute, He welcomed opportunities to be “interrupted.” Or perhaps, more accurately, with His focus on the cross, the ultimate act of mercy, He could be free to show mercy along the way.

As focused as I am, I know this is something I need to work on and teach my children about also. If our ultimate goal in life is mercy, we won’t mind being interrupted to show mercy. If our ultimate goals are kingdom goals, we won’t mind being interrupted by kingdom opportunities. But if we are busy building our own kingdoms, busy gratifying our own egos, busy focused on any goal that has lost its ultimate point of giving glory to God, we will be irked at being interrupted.

So whether you are in the midst of something painful in your life or something just mind-consuming, or if you are just a task-oriented person like myself, ask God to give you spiritual eyes today like those of Jesus, to look past your own situation or goals to the needs of others. By His grace, be resolute to be merciful. By His grace, be resolute to put the needs of others before yourself.

How do you do when you are interrupted? Do you respond graciously? When you are in the midst of pain or hardship, do you become myopic–unable to see past your own pain to the needs of others? How does Jesus’ example compel you to be different?

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