It rained for days. Noses poured, tears flowed, tempers flared and the Mother wished everything would dry up.
I cried on the toilet while I told my husband about the laundry that lurked up on me. I was so overwhelmed by messes. My children were naughty. My house was embarrassing. The boys splashed happily in the shower while I cried about socks.
Everything felt soggy.
I know God keeps our tears in bottles, and there are times I think He must like salt water, with all the tears that the world sheds, each week, each day. We are water.
My children cry over matchbox cars and missed turns and I cry over socks and spills and we all cry for the important things, and all things are important.
I cried in church too, a little bit.
And the preacher said God’s will for our life is to follow Him. It’s not a destination. It’s not retirement, or children leaving home. It’s not a clean, sparkling house or a fresh batch of cookies. God’s will can be found even in the messy places, because He lives there too.
Don’t just Do.