I attempted to begin my daughter’s potty-training adventures this morning. The saga lasted just short of an hour and ended with a meltdown because I kept asking her if her pants were dry like a broken record. I found my 8 month old playing in a puddle that graciously turned out to be spilled apple juice, and my daughter has now consumed at least 15 M&Ms covered in all their glorious artificial dyes. And she hasn’t even wanted to pee-pee in the potty yet.
Who has a meltdown when M&Ms are being shoved in their mouth like a backwards PEZ dispenser?
This Easter weekend I was encouraged by various teachers in my life to meditate on the fact that we live in a Friday and Saturday world – a world marked by pain, suffering, death, waiting and a seeming loss of hope. Our world does feel like this, but as Christians, we are to live with a “Sunday faith” (see Katie Blackburn’s post here and my pastor’s Easter sermon here). We grieve, but our grieving is not without hope. Our Savior rose from the dead, bringing new light to us in the midst of darkness.
We have a good, good Father who loves us very much. Life feels so chaotic and out of our control, and it is, and will be until He returns for the second time to wipe away our tears, heal our brokenness and unite us with Him. Until then, we get glimpses of His glory – little M&Ms being popped into our mouths while we scream and cry over the puddles all around us. Beauty lies inside the chaos that He has redeemed.
1 John 3:2-3 Dear friends, now we are like children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when he appears, We shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is. Everyone who has this hope in him purifies himself, just as he is pure.
*I have written about learning this lesson on my friend’s blog Downs, Ups and Teacups. See my story here, and be encouraged by her writing!