“I think it’s Career Day at school today,” she announces.
“No, I think it’s tomorrow,” her older sister explains. “I wrote it in my agenda.” She pulls out the book as evidence and shows us where she penciled it in.
“See….Dress like what you want to be when you grow up…. That’s tomorrow.”
“Who told you it was tomorrow?” I ask.
“My teacher. She had it written on the board like this and I copied it in my book like she said.”
“Okay,” I turn to the other sister, “did your teacher tell you it was today?”
“No, but all the smart kids in my class except for me heard it on the announcements and they said it was today.” She lists the name of every “smart kid” in her class that she can think of. It’s a long list.
I turn back to the oldest girl. “Did you hear it on the announcements?”
“No, but my teacher said….”
We’re right back where we started.
Easy enough, though. We have the largest dress-up collection on the East Coast. (I really need to check into whether we can get into the Guinness Book of World Records or something).
I ask the daughter who thinks Career Day is today (as in starting 20 minutes from now when the bus will pull up in front of our house) “Okay, what do you want to dress up as?”
A magician. Or maybe a clown. Or maybe a rabbit who has his own children’s show and entertains kids on TV.
Magician it is.
I find the black cape. I scramble through the largest dress-up collection on the East Coast and find the hat (a little crushed perhaps, but still a hat). I shuffle through the magic kit and pull out the magic wand.
Bam. Magician’s outfit.
Then I fold it all up, pop it in the backpack and declare the solution to our entire morning crisis: If Career Day is today, you can wear the magician’s outfit today. If it’s not, keep it in your backpack until tomorrow.
I then zip up the backpacks, hand them to my daughters and toss open the front door.
It’s raining. I grab umbrellas and hand them out.
We make it to the bus with 30 seconds to spare.
Thirty whole seconds.
Because we’re awesome like that.
The sky is that curious ashen white of winter and the rain drips rhythmically on the roof as I flop down onto the sofa, cradling my baby boy close and holding my Kindle in the other hand.
I’m looking at dishes in the sink and the aftermath of the morning whirlwind of pajamas, blankets, ponytail holders, brushes, and more.
But then I open that Kindle up and there’s the Bible. It tells me right there that even when the world was a nothingness of empty void, “The Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters” (Genesis 1:2).
Maybe that’s how I feel right then, like His Spirit hovers over the start of this new day. Like He’s present and waiting for the invitation not just to enter in, but to roll up His sleeves and create something beautiful–something “good”— in the middle of the noise and mess and all the busyness.
Yesterday, my four-year-old pantomimed what looked to me like an outfielder in baseball, dropping a mitt to the ground and snatching up a ball.
As she did, she said, “God scooped up the dust of the earth and “whooo” blew His breath and made man.”
Just like that, she says it, like the sing-songy rhythm of a well-choreographed routine.
I read it this morning again, “God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life” (Genesis 2:7).
I take a deep breath, letting that air fill me up after the suffocation of the morning stress, and I pray—
Lord, don’t let it just be a day when Your Spirit hovers over my life. Breathe Your breath right into me and let me feel Your presence.
Because even on the hard days, the sad days, the crazy days, ,the hectic days, the stressful days, the fun days, the unexpected days….
You reveal the path of life to me;
in Your presence is abundant joy;
in Your right hand are eternal pleasures
(Psalm 16:11 HCSB).
And you know something else, His presence isn’t just the joy I need right here in the middle of a rainy winter day after a morning rush.
For the joy of the Lord is your strength (Nehemiah 8:10 NIV),
In His presence, there is abundant joy, and that joy is the strength I so desperately need.
Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. Her book, Ask Me Anything, Lord: Opening Our Hearts to God’s Questions, is available now!
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Copyright © 2013 Heather King
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A much needed reminder to invite Him in every day!