There are just some days when things stink, like when the baby wakes up cranky from his nap and cries for an hour non-stop, having to change a 3-year old’s poopy pants…again, having no clean clothes in drawers, finding a trail of blueberry muffin crumbs leading downstairs, and so on. “Everything is terrible,” I texted to Jed whose phone was on silent, “Please come home.” The whole situation was shameful.
But then, I got the answer from the Lord I needed as we were loading up with the kids tonight to vote. We were giving them a heads up that they’d need to wait patiently and quietly for us while we filled in the boxes in the booth. And Kaelem asked, “Can I bring my Bible?” Why, yes you may. That dear little boy brought his Bible in with him to the government school and sat down to read it while we voted for marriage, life, and liberty.
And that was when the familiar words of Psalm 127 came to mind:
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth.
How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
They will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.
So, I’m trusting the Lord to fulfill his promise, that although right now while they’re little the house can be messy, there will be a day of victory.