Its a little scary going up, an amazing moment at the top where it doesn’t seem like things could be better, and no big deal on the way back down, you’re ready to do it again.
It seems like the days are crazy, weather its pulling apart a sibling fight, running to preschool, planning a meal, encouraging a husband, running off to work, doing my hair, all the while thinking about whats right and wrong with all of the big and little decisions in life. Sometimes I feel like I just want to come up for air. I can’t remember why I’m holding my rubber spatula and I’m a little scared that I might be doing everything wrong – I’m on the way up.
But then, your 60 lb baby boy tells you your so beautiful and he wants to marry you when he grows up, you’re bratty little girl falls asleep while you are rocking her, your husband surprises you with the twelve days of Christmas gifts or you just have one of THOSE days. Days that make it seem…well…easy, fun, amazing, want to cry cause its so whimsical – you’re at the top, you can’t understand why God has given you so much more then you could ask for, much less deserve.
Those moments and days are like the scent of my Christmas candle that’s still making my home smell sweet a week later. They last all the way down the ferris wheel till you get off and forget the scary part on the way up.
One of my favorite verses that I’ve been thinking about lately…
He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?