The Wednesday Wander: A Quiet Morning With Those

One Saturday a month, the Best Husband Ever has an all-day meeting with brothers from all over the Bay area for fellowship and training in the Word. Since Saturday is normally a family relaxing day for us (brunch at our favorite diner, listening to Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me, maybe a trip to the park, naps for everyone), the Bobber and I really miss spending the day with our favorite guy. Usually on weekday mornings we're all up before 7 and the BHE doesn't leave for work until after 8, so we almost always have a good 15 minutes or so to curl up on the couch together and watch Ax play, or play with him, before getting ready for the day. But on brother's meeting weekends, the BHE leaves before 6:30 a.m. By the time Ax and I wake up, he's already gone. :( 

So, to cure those "we-miss-Dada" blues, we've started a little tradition of going out first thing as soon as we wake up. I throw on something like clothes and maybe some tinted moisturizer if I'm feeling fancy, and change the Bobber into actual clothes, because we don't go out in pajamas (ahem). I'm a Southern girl, and we're civilized like that. ;)

Now for the adventure: whenever I'm down, lonely, or a little blue, there's one magical, fantastical, wonderful place I like to go.

Yep. I go to Chick-fil-A.

Southern biscuits. Chicken perfectly fried in the best secret blend of spices. Coin-sized hash browns all hot and crispy and ready to go swimming in a little boat of ketchup. Coffee or orange juice. YUM. They have high chairs on wheels with disposable child place mats that stick to the table, and they bring your order to you on a tray. The playscape even has a little toddler area, with sanitary hand wipes provided. I mean, be still my heart!

What could be better than one's favorite comfort fast food and watching the toddler happily run in circles on a playground while one quietly sips a heavily hazelnut creamer-ed coffee? Why, doing it with friends, of course.

As it turns out, the best way to compensate for missing one's spouse while he's away is not comfort food but the Comforter Himself, lived out in His members. I do enjoy a good chicken biscuit drizzled with honey. But by far the sweetest part of this quiet morning was the spontaneous prayer in the play area, while watching the toddlers earn their morning nap.

Wherever your journey takes you this week, I hope it brings you many opportunities to be "with those" (1 Tim. 2:22).

Wandering with you,

g.

What It Means To Build Up The Body Of Christ On A Friday Night When You’re a New Parent

It’s 6:30 p.m. People are coming to my house in an hour and a half. My postpartum hair loss is all over the floor, my nearly 4-month-old baby is fed but unwashed, and dinner will be defrosted leftovers hastily microwaved and scoffed before the guests come. I am tired, hormonal, cranky from an off-schedule baby who still doesn’t (quite) sleep through the night, and disappointed in myself because I am a terrible housekeeper. (Bless you for pointing out the new mother excuse; unfortunately, my housekeeping skills—or lack thereof—have nothing to do with having a baby.) I want to wake up my hard-working, neat-as-a-pin husband, who is napping to recuperate from the demands of his all-hours high tech Silicon Valley job, and cry on his shoulder and ask him to email our friends and tell them not to come. Oh, and can he please go pick us up some dinner.

This is not what I visualize when I think about Christians paying a price, sacrificing, or suffering for the gospel. But as I stand in the middle of the kitchen, reassuring myself that all my reasons not to have fellow believers over for our usual Friday night fellowship are totally justified (and they totally are; I know our friends will be more than understanding), the Lord reminds me: a little strength. Just a little.

I cannot be a martyr in the Middle East. For the moment, there is no call for me to serve the Lord in some exotic place, or even in our local church. I don’t work outside the home. Most days my greatest accomplishment is to get dressed and make myself food. So most days, I don’t feel like I’m doing anything of importance (except training the baby to sleep; that is VERY important!!!), much less fighting the good fight.

But today. Today, there is something I can do to contribute to the meaning of the universe.

I can ignore my lethargy. I can swallow my pride. I can put on the kettle, set out the tea, and slice up some humble apples (they’re not even organic) to put on a tray. I can eat my nuked leftovers standing in the kitchen while the Best Husband Ever entertains the baby, and then take over the (heavily condensed, because I’m in no mood to mess around) bedtime routine so the BHE can eat and finish cleaning the rest of the house. I can take a deep breath and quietly let go of the totally justifiable reasons I should have the night to myself to relax and go to bed early (I totally should).

I can let the saints come to my home. I can present my body a living sacrifice while the Word is read and the fellowship flows. I can let the Lord knit me a little more with these believers that He has placed us with. And even though I’m too tired to function, I can enjoy their measure of grace.

I can’t preach the gospel to thousands. I can’t serve in foreign lands. There are many things I can’t do, so many of my God’s needs I can’t meet. But tonight, there is one small thing I can do for the Lord whom I love.

I can build up the Body of Christ.

I bow my head over groceries that are still waiting to be put away. This is not a great trial; it is such a mild sacrifice that I didn’t even realize it was a sacrifice. But it is. Opening our home for the home meeting is my small opportunity to offer the little (time, energy, resources) I have to the Lord. So I will. And I do.

Six hours later as I write this, I am glad the saints came, as I knew I would be. We’re all going hiking in Big Basin Redwood Forest tomorrow, plans made over the remains of tea and humble apples. I wanted to spend the day by myself at the library (between breastfeeding sessions, of course), but this, too, is a precious opportunity for more "building up of itself in love" to take place.

Right now, my measure feels so small. But even one talent can make a profit, if properly invested.