B called a little while ago and said, "I'm still waiting for a blog post."
Doesn't he know it's the first day of summer vacation? What with all the sleeping in and late breakfasting and dog walking, I've been BUSY.
But posting today is definitely something
Thinking about what's "backward" is pretty much thinking about my life right now. Doors I thought would open have closed. Doors I thought were closed forever have suddenly opened. Maybe that's topsy-turvey, but to me it seems so backward.
And then there's my life that seems to be moving backward in a strange way. We have spent so many years filling up this house with kids, and now they are growing up, leaving, or getting ready to leave. Throughout the year last year there was one less plate to on the table when, for so many years, we had been adding plate after plate after plate. Now the plates are being removed, one by one, and it feels so very backward.
And then I think about my faith, which is also backward. Emptying in order to be filled. Losing in order to gain. Denying in order to claim. Becoming weak to be truly strong. In the world's eyes this is very much backward, but in the only Eyes that matter, this is very much in order.
If that's the case, maybe it's also in order that my table slowly empties. That my laundry load lightens. That my house, so loud at one point, is quieter today.
A backward life is not an easy life, but I'm trusting that God got it right.