Most days it seems like my entire existence is spent going
from one load of laundry to the next and the next and the next and the next and then to the dishwasher. But there are moments when God whispers "look again", and in those times the grace and glory in my children’s
laughter is nearly more than I can handle.
The other week we were having Friday Night Movie Night, and as
I watched my living room get destroyed by popcorn and pizza, I wondered what
Friday nights were like in the orphanage.
Although I was too young to remember my time at casa
you-have-no-parents-so-this-is-where-you-live (and Trey and Rosalee can’t yet
tell me about their time at a similar casa), I’m guessing Friday nights in the
orphanage did not include Disney movies and popcorn. Which is a shame, because the kids were having such a lovely
time.
Let me interrupt myself and say that anything I’ve done of lasting
value is only and entirely attributed to the miraculous work and
gentle/sometimes not so gentle urgings of Jesus Christ. Left to my own devices I would spend my
free time sitting on the couch eating nachos, cheese, salsa, pizza, and/or Ben
& Jerry’s, while flipping between Dirty Dancing and Bridget Jones Diary(s). I am not kidding.
But God did not leave me to my own devices, and for some
reason we have been given the honor of bringing two of the smartest, sweetest,
funniest kids I’ve ever met into our family. And I am currently overwhelmed by
that greatest gift.
OVERwhelmed. I can barely
listen to Christian music right now because it just blows up inside me. Here are some lyrics that have been
especially potent:
Let love explode and bring the dead to life
A love so bold
To see a revolution
Somehow
My God's not dead
He's surely alive
And He's living on the inside
Roaring like a lion
Walking, stumbling on these shadowfeet
towards home, a land that I've never seen
I am changing;
Less and less asleep
Made of different stuff than when I began
And I've sensed it all along
Fast approaching is the day
When the world has fallen out from under me
I'll be found in you, still standing
When the sky rolls up and the mountains fall on their knees
When time and space are through
I'll be found in you
There's distraction buzzing in my head
saying in the shadows it's easier to stay
But I've heard rumours of true reality
whispers of a well-lit way
You make all things new
Father, I
Long to be wise
To see with new eyes
The truth that was written by your hand
Father, speak
Your truth into me
Cause I still believe
That you will help me understand
We are listening to your word
Morning and evening we come
To delight in the words of our God,
Give us eyes to see,
Give us faith to hear
That the Word has come,
That the Word is here
Father, I
Long to see Christ
The Truth and New Life,
The Word, that made the universe
Father, speak,
Now I believe
I have been set free,
by the Word that lived and died for me.
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