They wake to the world with thuds, pounds, and cries. Little hands knocking on the door jar my mind’s
sweet dreams back to my present reality.
The noises crescendo as the hours pass with only a brief rest midday for
the toddler’s nap. They talk. They yell.
They fuss. They argue. They demand.
They kick.
Grab them on your lap and the noise subsides. Whisper in their ear and they whisper
back. Stoop down in the kitchen to see
directly into their eyes and their hunger for control and power appears less
strong. They see you. They feel you. They want you.
I appreciate quiet.
Noise gives me a headache. Why
then do I have eight children? Only the
Lord knows the answer to that. My
children will not fit my picture of perfection, but they make my family as
perfect as it will be by God’s grace.
The bookstore becomes my respite. I appreciate time away if only for an
hour. God is teaching me to live with
the noise of life. Hurting hearts are
noisy. Searching hearts are noisy. Stretching minds are noisy. Confused lives are noisy.
God is peace.
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