I drank in the words on the
page, “ Give ear to my words, O Lord, consider my meditation…..In the morning I
will direct my prayers to you, and I will look up. (Ps. 5) It wasn’t morning,
but afternoon. I looked up, I cried out, I even leaned down and gave a long
affectionate sniff to my Bible. I love the way books smell, especially this
one.
Evening was approaching, and
I stopped in the middle of all the hub bub and knew I had to lean in. Thinking,
praying, correcting myself…”Come onnnn, they’re healthy…get a grip. At the
beginning of the week, I’d done what I’ve learned is one of the great keys to
life: Release! I had released this whole week to God. I don’t need to see them
every moment. I don’t need to call for a mandatory family dinner every night.
No, I’ve kicked against the goads enough times. I’ve learned this great truth.
Release! It was a great lifting off my shoulders, my heart. I wasn’t just ok, I
was great. Until today…
I looked out my window and in the background I
saw two little eight year old girls getting off the bus, walking back-pack laden,
home. In the foreground was one of my
eighteen year old girls, loading her car for college, tomorrow morning making that three hour trek across the great divide.
The contrast is too much for
me. I need a drink. I know I shouldn’t, know this shouldn’t call for such
measures, but, I can’t help myself. I do something I’ve never done before. I go
into the place where I hide my secret stash. Go for the one thing that can pull
me out….why does it have this power over me… Right now, I’m just glad it can.
Normally I put the chocolate
ice cream into a glass and add the coca-cola, stir vigorously, and voila! A
Black Cow, they call it. Not this time. This time I go completely off the
rails. I open the half-eaten carton and in a crazy out-of-the-box moment of
desperation I pour the coke directly into the carton of ice cream! Oh the
thrill! It’s amazing! Who knew it could take on an even greater zing when eaten
in this way? I begin to laugh! I’m laughing at myself…who cares? I’m laughing!
Yes! Desperate times call for desperate measures, everybody knows that! Have
some more!
I’m so glad God decided to make chocolate. I’m
so glad that I know He was laughing with me this afternoon. We both got a real
kick out of it. While I was pouring the
coke into the carton it reminded me of another time when I did something I
never thought I’d do. It was eighteen years ago after I had gotten my miracle
babies…five months apart…and I was desperately sleep-deprived. They were about
a year old and had woken up and were chattering their baby babble in their
cribs. I knew it was time to rise and shine, but I just couldn’t. I wanted to
get up and make them a delicious and nutricious breakfast like I always did,
but that morning, like the walking dead, I made it into the kitchen, knowing I
was about to do something I swore I’d never do. I picked up the box of cheerios
and walked, zombie-like, into their bedroom and poured them each a little pile
of those O’s into their cribs, and went back and layed down in my bed. I felt
so bad at the time, but as the years past, I have laughed about it many times.
Today, I was able to laugh about it right in the moment. And as I scooped each
delightful mouthful out of the carton I thought about how I’m not the perfect
Mother, and I laughed cause it’s the end of an era. The end of eighteen years
of really needing an ever-present grace-filled God to do my job in the moments
when I just couldn’t, and Him always being there. Just like He was today,
understanding the roller-coaster of emotions, and understanding the need for a
little chocolate