I was waylaid, however, by my 18-year old son, Josh, and my 12-year old daughter, Emily. My kids are talkers. They love to tell me all sorts of stuff, both important and unessential. Typically I really work the ministry of "being there" for my kids, yet today I felt edgy and overwhelmed by all their words. I did my best to listen and attempted to fulfill the role of interested, engaged mom. But I think the pinched look on my face gave me away.It was nearly 11 a.m. before I made it back into my room. When I emerged some time later, I kissed Emily on the top of her head.
"I like it when you spend a long time in your closet." She said. "You always come out nice."
Truer words were never spoken.
The truth is, apart from Him I can do nothing. Including being nice. In fact, I'll just say right here and now that Jesus IS my nice. HE not only keeps me nice, He keeps me sane. And happy.
My family likes nice and sane and happy.
So do I.
Thank you, Lord, for your amazing love, which reaches my overwhelmed heart, calms my stress, and erases the pinched look from my face every time.
And that's the truth.