I often believe the lie that life is all about big moments.
Accomplishments, changes, even tragedy. These are the moments that
we remember, that we commemorate with a picture on the wall, a celebration, or
a facebook status or instagram photo. Other people join us in these
moments. They celebrate with us, they come alongside us, or at the very
least they "like" it. We feel validated. We reflect on
who we are, what we're doing, and where we're going. We learn about
who God is and His plans and purposes.
Trouble is, I don't know about
you, but my life does not often consist of these moments. I lead myself
to believe that everyone else's life actually does, because when I scroll
through Highlights
of my Life Facebook, everyone else is having their best day ever!
Big accomplishment! Or at least, something share-worthy has
happened. Not me, hum de dum. My big accomplishment for today is
that my three year old is still wearing clothes at 3:00pm.
Part of this problem is rooted
in a lie (that likely originates in middle school, like all of my other
problems) that tells me that I matter less than others, I have less to offer,
that I have less that is "share-worthy" or that others care to hear
about. Maybe I am exceptionally boring (could be worse). But I
think the bigger problem is that I've missed all of the LIVING I am
actually doing, by waiting for something bigger and better. And when that
"bigger and better" actually does come, it's often a let down.
It wasn't as big of a deal as all the build up made it out to be.
[Sidenote: I am SO GLAD that the only pinterest that existed in my
wedding planning days was to actually CUT and PASTE magazine pictures into
notebooks. Because I can only imagine that the reality would inevitably
pale in contrast to the imagined ideal. This is truly a tragedy! Pinterest makes it seems like our own lives, the real stuff, is not good
enough, or is less than our fantasy. This is the root of all sorts of
problems in our society, but this is another post, when I'm feeling more
literary and full of social commentary. (When will that be? Is
there a naptime long enough for that?!!)]
I think what I'm missing is
that, THIS IS IT. These are the big moments. Yes now. When
I'm sitting here having a power struggle with my computer, because my I and O
keys require an inordinate amount of force, and therefore excessive editing to
fill them all back in, due to an unfortunate encounter with my aforementioned
naked toddler. These are the life moments, the big moments, the moments
when we learn of ourselves and of God.
I think that God has more to
teach us in our day to day, mundane, minutiae than in the big events. At
my accomplishments, I see my success! My triumph! My ability to
overcome and persevere! This is worth celebrating. But when I'm
standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes for the 12th time that day and it's
only 11 am, t's then that I can see my brokenness, my humanity. My need for grace
to survive YET ANOTHER DIRTY SIPPY CUP. I see my impatience, my anger, my ugly heart of frustration... my need for a savior. Didn't Christ meet us in our humanity?!! Why do we think we need to
be super-human to meet HIM? He is ever present in our smallest, most insignificant, most human moments.
Our family is on a journey, as
we are three months in with a foster child. This is also a post for
another day, and phew it's a doozy. But suffice it to say now that living
out the reality of this process is of course different than our preconceived
notions. We were all excited about what the Lord had called us to, and
what it might mean for our family. Excited for our chance to partner in the
gospel in such a tangible way. What I'm learning is that, wow, it IS
tangible. In a down and dirty kind of way, full of a lot of small, ugly,
hard moments. We are showing the love of Christ not by grand gestures to
the birth family, or instilling great wisdom into this foster child. But
I guess (?this is what I tell myself, Lord, I hope it's true) by feeding her,
driving her to a million appointments, rocking her in the middle of the night.
It feels hard, and exhausting, and well beyond my capabilities. I
feel overwhelmed by the tasks of daily life. By the task of loving unconditionally, regardless of the outcome. Crazy hard. But this is where I seek the
Father. Where the holiness, my sanctification, inevitably is happening.
In my daily moments of brokenness, failings, and simple acts of preparing and serving a meal. And cleaning it up. Repeat repeat repeat repeat.
I have to believe that the
Lord is with me, and working on me, in me, through me, while I do the daily
routine. Believing this is my only sanity right now. I have to
believe there is Sanctity in the Details.
[I do not know blog rules.
I have not done any research. I am sure there is a rule about
length. Oops. I am wordy. And I like punctuation, especially
parentheses. I LOVE parentheses. And run-on sentences. And sentence fragments. I like them all equally. Welcome.]