I’m not going to tell you about how my daughter nagged me to blow bubbles incessantly while I feebly attempted to made dinner. I won’t tell you that it took repeating myself several times before my son decided to listen on more than one occasion today. I won’t tell you that I woke up in a foul mood for absolutely no reason and that all day the only thing that I wanted was for someone to take these kids, clean this house, feed me chocolate and leave me alone.
I’m just not even gonna bring any of those things up. Because why? Why do that to you all?
Today was a day spent mucking through the minutes and the hours. And during that time, something occurred to me: nobody tells you about the in-between in life.. You look forward to all of those big moments in life and how huge they will feel to you. But the truth is that those milestones only make up a handful of days in what are otherwise years and years of life. They’re blink and you miss em moments; high school graduation, college graduation, getting married, having children. Poof, then they’re gone.
And then there are the days in between those days.
Days that make up time, filled with triviality, love, discouragement, anger, indifference, busyness, joy, contentment and fulfillment. The in-between. In between those fleeting momentous occasions? Life. Life is the in-between. No one really elaborates on days like today. They don’t really tell you what it feels like to have to wait for those big moments. They don’t really tell you what it’s like to wait for the darker seasons in life to pass. They don’t really tell you how repetitive life is going to seem sometimes and how you’ll want to pull your hair out.
People aren’t kidding when they tell you that life can be cruel.
It’s filled with moments that you wish you could forget. Painful goodbyes to people who you love. Flat tires and speeding tickets. Forgetting that important thingie at home or losing your keys and not even making it out the door when you need to. Or the strap on your son’s sandal, being a pain and not strapping. Just because. Lost relatives, friendships that dissolve as life gets tricky. Learning that the person that you have a crush on doesn’t love you back. Acrimonious words hanging in the air between husband and wife – words regretted or stinging.
But for as unrelenting and difficult as life can be, and for how fuzzy people are on the details when they say that “life is hard” they also forget to elaborate on something else.
How good it can be.
The way my daughter’s perfect ringlets of hair blows in the breeze or when my children are actually playing peacefully and happily together. Finding a piece of chocolate in the cubbard on a bad day. The husband, getting home earlier than expected from work – walking up the drive way with flowers in his hand. Your child learning how to say ‘I love you’ or ‘amen.’ Warm conversations with your best friend over a fresh cup of coffee. Finding a pair of jeans that fit just right. A warm autumn day, coffee in your hand and a smile on your face. Saying goodbye to the husband in the quiet hours of the morning and watching him climb into his truck and realizing that one day, things may not be as simple as this.
I could go on and on.
Life can be so, so good. The in-between that I’m lucky enough to have? So good. And I forget how good it is, good enough that it even warrants the need to be written about so that I can smile as I read those words again and realize just how gracious God is to me. How much he gives us – even if our years are relatively short. And when people unabashedly or in a matter-of-fact tone write off your discouragement and tell you that life is unfair, ask them to make a mental note of all that they have and have been able to enjoy. Life isn’t always peachy, no. But when the clouds cover the sun, all is not lost. There is still so, so much to look forward to. And if we don’t take note of that fact, we will miss out on so, so much.
I hope that you had a wonderful week and thus far, a great weekend. I hope that you all enjoy lots of great in-between time this week. 🙂