My Epic Mother's Day Disaster...

By all rights, this Mother's Day morning was an epic disaster.  And it was my favorite Mother's Day morning in history.  Here's why:

Elaina and Sawyer woke up early to make me breakfast in bed.  From my cozy sheets, I could smell oil warming in a pan and I knew E's famous scrambled eggs were on the menu.  I dozed back off into bliss.....

How much longer later?  I have no idea, but now I smell toast.  Mmm, my son's toast.  Nom nom.  Time to nod off again.

Now I hear machines.  Machines?  Whirring.  Lots of whirring.  Hmmmm.

Up, up, up the stairs they come.  They peek around the corner and I see they have a tray with 2 home made cards and.....a smoothie?

"Bwaaahahahaah!!!  MOMMY!  We tried to make eggs!"

"Yeah!  I heated up the oil and when it got hot, Sawyer went to get the eggs!  There weren't any, Mommy!  We looked all over, but they're gone!  I grabbed the pan and threw it in the sink with water and smoke was going all over the place!

"And then, Mommy, I made toast!  But we didn't know which way to turn the nozzle, so it was all black!"

"Haha!  Yeah!  All black!"

"So we decided to not try THAT again!"

"So then we made a smoothie!  I poured the berries, orange juice, milk and yogurt in the blender and..."

"And Mommy!  When we turned it on, OJ WENT FLYING ALL OVER!  It was leaking all out the bottom and we couldn't figure out why!"

"So I grabbed the blender, teeehhheeeehheee!  I grabbed the blender and I knew JUST what to do!  I finished making your smoothie in your Kitchen Aid!"

"Hahah!! MOMMY!  First we turned it on level 2, then level 6 and OJ WENT FLYING ALL OVER!!!! HAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

By now, I am CRYING, these kids are TOO FUNNY!!!!!!  My Mother's Day smoothie was very, very, very chunky.  Bless their hearts, they gave me a straw and I did my best.  Best epic disaster ever.  Why?  Because these children knew to TRY, TRY, TRY AGAIN and when all else failed, they tapped into brilliance without me chiding over their shoulder.  God smiled upon us, friends, when He gave us children.

Examining Maturity...

Dear young person of faith in Christ the Risen King,

I see you.  I see the choice you are about to make.  A big life choice.  This choice will require of you love, obedience, and trust in God.  Watching you compels me to revisit my own maturity childlike faith.

You are a "Peter".  An incredible Peter.  I don't think this choice will be easy but then I don't think your life has been easy.  You COULD pursue so many other venues of self-gain and self-promotion.  Isn't it time you had a break?  Isn't it time you look out for #1?  But the Lord has led you to this crossroad.

What gets me is the delight in your eye when you speak of this choice.  You don't face it with dread or fear of the unknown.  Well, perhaps fear exists, but it is wholly eclipsed by trust.  You face this choice with childlike faith in the Father, which attests so clearly to His holy provision for your soul.  Now that He is leading you to "sell all your possessions and give to the poor...then come follow me" it's like you hardly bat an eye.  It's like there's nothing more to question.

Truly, He has saved your from yourself.  He has saved you from that desperate human race to fill your life with MORE of whatever because you are filled with MORE of Him.  But it's quirky.  Cuz you're messy.  You're messy, but you get it.  This is where watching you compels me to revisit "spiritual maturity".  Watching you creates a wrestle with reality in my own heart.  Watching you reminds me of why I love being a cross-cultural worker.  You remind me that by His grace, no matter where, no matter who, no matter how much a person has, everyone everywhere is capable of owning that childlike faith, that solid maturity that knows the Lord is our Provider when He beckons us carry this cross and follow Him.

Thank you,
An older, "more put together but less childlike in faith" sister in Christ