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Wrecking Ball

Do you know what's easy? Making my boys' beds. Well, maybe not the one who has a red tint to his hair. I don't know what he does when he sleeps but it looks like someone wrapped him up in all his blankets and lovies and then they exploded. What's easy for me is knowing I am going to wake-up at 6am tomorrow. I will change into workout clothes and then begin to open the blinds and curtains around the front of the house. I will meander into the kitchen and turn the coffee pot on. I will then open the roman shades in the kitchen and feed the dog. After that, I will grab backpacks from the boys' lockers in the garage and work my way to making breakfast. After that's all started, I will head upstairs (not after turning on the lamp on my way up) and open the door to my two littlest cherubs. I will kiss their warm squishy cheeks and sing a little ditty. I will then head downstairs and get breakfast out on the bartop. I will pull lunches and water bottles from the fridge and put them in backpacks. Somewhere in the midst of this, I will take my first sip of coffee. Glorious. I will then wet my hands and fix the middle and the youngest's bed-head. We will wash up and head out the door to wait for the bus. After those two are off, I will come back in and take a minute to enjoy the fabaulousness that is my warm cup of coffee and read a little Scripture. At 7:30am, I will kiss my middle schooler goodbye as he heads out the door (thankfully, he still doesn't mind his mom doting on him). I will gather myself and head out the door to the gym.

Predictable. I like predictable. Monday through Friday, I know what to expect. Feels good. I've got my rhythm and routine down. I like it. It's easy. It flows. I may be tired. The boys may not always be chipper. But, I know what's coming. Ah. Control.

You know what's not easy? When something messes up my routine. You know what I don't like? Being interrupted. I've got my groove, man. Let me be. I'm in a zone.

You know what God likes? The unpredictable. Blah. I mean, I know it's good for me but c'mon. A routine is good for me too.

God's pulling me out of the norm. He's using his wrecking ball and coming in hot.

I have done a good job avoiding this mess. I can dodge and distract like a ninja. You want me to do what? Well, I have to clean the ovens, line the cabinets, and dust the baseboards. BRB.

I am learning that a little demolition is good for the soul. Sometimes we need a good wrecking to grow. Other times we need it to move us onto bigger and better things. Oftentimes, we think the good we are experiencing is it. This is life. What we fail to see is that while we are attached to the good, we are missing the great.

I'm going to have to let go of some things; some things that bring me comfort, joy, and familiarity. I am going to have to move to from the known and predictable into uncharted territory. That's hard and scary BUT so so worth it!

God's coming in like a wrecking ball and I am ready for some walls to come down. Bring it!

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3:5-6

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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