Maybe it comes from all those beautiful summers as a child where both days and nights seemed endless,
but every summer since my first was born, I seem to be under some unbroken illusion that I will finally have the time to complete those projects I’ve been meaning to get to all year long…
You’d think I’d learn after nearly a decade, but ever the optimist, I’ve held onto the hope that big things will happen each summer!!
What I’m really starting to realize now is that they are happening…
just not in the way I’d expected.
Instead of a finally neat home,
I find it’s way messier..
Instead of cleaner kids,
they are definitely dirtier…
Dinner before 6:30?
Try 7:30…and even 8:30 sometimes!
See, the house is messier,
the kids stinkier,
the dinners later,
Yeah, we might still be trying to get to that bucket list I wrote about at the start of summer, but we’ve been places, and we’ve done things, and we’ve just enjoyed being together.
I’ve got a neighbor that is in his 80’s. His wife passed on, and his children live elsewhere, so he lives alone.
Sometimes when life has been especially busy, I’ll look out the window at his house where he is often lounging on his front porch,
but I can’t help but think how he must long for what I have:
but more than anything,
…that I’ve learned to let the plans go and just delight in where the Lord leads, messy house, dirty unfed kids and all…