I had a plan. Actually, I had lots of plans. I had plans for cleaning the house, and sorting through piles, and writing blog posts.
Then the phone rang, and everything changed.
My mom had fallen. She had a bump on her head and couldn’t remember how or when it happened. That’s not good.
A short while later we were sitting in the emergency room trying to rule out several scary things that could have caused her fall and the resulting confusion. After lots of tests and a few answers, she was released from the hospital a couple days later. She’s fine now, but she suffered a severe concussion that will take time to heal.
So, for nearly three weeks, my mom has been staying with our family while she tries to get back to her normal life. She has taken care of us so many times in the past, and it’s an honor to care for her now. She is improving every day, and she hopes to be back to her own home soon.
It never ceases to amaze me how one little disruption to my expected schedule can send everything spiraling into chaos.
The laundry is barely clean and rarely folded. The kitchen work table is buried under a mountain of clutter. The floors are crazy-dirty. The bathrooms haven’t been cleaned in forever.
This has been a humbling time for me. I’ve had to realize that I can’t control every situation in life. I can’t control our health, or snow days, or how long it takes to wash a load of clothes.
Every time I try to clean something or write a blog post, I am reminded of how limited I am. I have a limited amount of time and a limited amount of energy. And, to be honest, I have very little of either one right now.
Everything in life feels out-of-control. I thought I had a plan to follow, but God had a different plan. I am so thankful for His plan, even though it’s been unexpected and challenging.
Getting Back to Normal…Soon
These days, I’m just plain tired. It’s all I can do to keep us in clean clothes and place meals on the table, and putting two thoughts together takes more effort than I usually have to offer.
But that’s alright. I am right where God wants me to be.
I’m learning to serve Him in the mess of life. I’m having to rely on His strength because I don’t have any of my own. His grace is continually forcing me down on my knees, which is exactly where I should be anyway.
Hopefully, I’ll be back to writing (and cleaning, oh my!) very soon. This time will pass in the next few days, and I’ll move into a new season, I’m sure. And, by the grace of God, I’ll be able to share more of this crazy life with you!