You know that feeling, when you have to pack for a trip and there is SO MUCH to do that you can’t do anything? Maybe you don’t, Suzy Homemaker. Maybe you have matching suitcases all packed ahead of time just in case a trip comes up, with matching clothes and socks and everything. (I once sent Richy on a 3 week tour with zero socks. Lucky for him, we live in America.)
Anyways. I’m not judging you, Suzy. It’s just my brain is so chaotic. I try very hard to look at similar chaos and organize it into reason, but where to start? As a kid, my mom used to stand outside my tornado/room and direct me, one task at a time. “Now, pick up books.”
My sister suggests that it’s because I’m a genius. Her theory is that geniuses thrive in chaos. Now, that’s a good sister. Especially since she has matching Rubbermaid boxes of seasonal decor in her attic, that are rotated in for significant events, like Memorial Day. Her cats are clean. My other sister has a bit more of my, shall we say, joie de vivre when it comes to organization and such.
Again, I digress. It’s what I do, because of my chaotic genius brain.
What I was getting at, is that life is in one of those crunches, and by crunches, I mean, the part of the nightmare where the walls are getting closer and you’re fixing to get juiced like a grape. Just financial, emotional, spiritual crises. I don’t know where to look.
And at the same time, we’re on this adoption journey, which is good, and God, and joyful, but also nuts. (Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t think nuts is a bad thing, necessarily.)
The good part is, I have been juiced enough times in my life to know that God is still good, and we’ll be okay. Now, pray for us and buy some t-shirts.