Good morning…
On December 26th, I love being the first awake in a quiet home full of sleeping people. I brew a 12-cup pot of our family’s favorite coffee, fill up my personal “COMFORT” mug, and nestle beneath the fuzzy blanket with our smallest furry dog. Surveying the situation, my eyes pick up the mounds of “mess” strewn delightfully in every direction.
I love enjoying a “lived in” house, but this tornado takes “relaxed” to a totally different level. So I, as the mama in her cozy pajamas, sit still in the mess of the morning after, savoring this year’s set of unique Christmas memories. Some fun, some flawed. Some disappointing, some delightful. Some joyful, some jarring. By day’s end the house will begin clearing out as our four young adult kids trickle back to their own normal lives. That’s why I love to take intimate time to breath in the chaotic beauty of this one of a kind moment.
As the sun of God rises on a brand new day, I am grateful for loved ones, for our warm home, and for this messy chaos. At the same time, my thoughts linger long with those waking without important people, without secure shelter, without the messy chaos created by caring connections. The light of the world rises every single morning and God’s promise in Psalm 75:3 (VOICE) whispers to each one of us: “When the earth and everyone living upon it spin into chaos, I am the One who stabilizes and supports it.” [pause]
Taking the advice of our stabilizing, supportive Sustainer, I peacefully pause with my mug of comfort coffee. I survey. I savor. I celebrate in silence this messy slice of life igniting my deep gratitude for God.
…Sue…
P.S. If you are in need of help clearing your own Christmas mess, please consider enlisting the services of our son, Jeremiah, and his good buddy, Cole.
