Finding the “Eye of the storm”
Setting the background
On Sunday I was bound and determined we were going to be on time for church (it’s not til 1:00 so really, this should not be a difficult task!)
What really happened
Recognizing the “eye of the storm”
But we pushed forward with our family meeting. Dave asked who had stuff going on this week. He mentioned in a joking voice that he didn’t think we had anything going on at all on Wednesday. At that moment Lucy sat straight up tall with the biggest smile spread across her face.
“Hmmmmm…” he said in mock contemplation, “it seems like maybe there is something…” to which Lucy pointed her index finger right at her cute little face and her eyes sparkled more than ever.
“Oh yes! Is it someone’s birthday party that day??” Dave’s mock surprise made her smile even bigger.
Everyone’s stresses melted away and Grace mentioned that she had never seen anything quite so cute in her whole life, and that was it:
That was my “eye” moment because everything stopped and the smiles were in slow-motion. Who cares about the oily stains or the busy-work or the Sunday shoes still un-found. We have a family.
And it’s a good one.
Embracing the mess
Sure, we have all kinds of imperfections. We fight, we get grumpy, we have a growing problem with kids speaking unkindly to each other that we’re working on, and we are late to 1:00 church almost every Sunday.
But we have each other. And we adore each other. And isn’t that all that really matters in the long-run?
The conversation ensued discussing the details of Lucy’s party and Grace and Claire had some debate about who was going to be in charge of what, and then the traditional scramble started: children scrambling to find shoes, me rounding up my last-minute visual aides, Dave in the car honking, no brushes to be found.
But something was different.
There was love in the air.
And I guess the key is finding ways to help that love linger more thickly there or even just noticing it more because it is there. Sometimes it’s just hidden behind a scowl or whine or two.
And that love is what gives me my “eye” moments.
I sure love those things.
The moral of the story
I guess the moral of the story is that even amidst the mess and chaos in a family, there are moments of gold: those moments when you recognize you are in the eye of the storm. That’s the power of embracing the mess.
And those moments are the ones to recognize and cling onto. Because they have the power to stretch out and create a glistening whole.
Beauty for ashes.