This week hasn’t looked at all like I thought it would. I’m sure the Disciples could relate.
My daughter is on spring break from preschool, there are a million things that need done in preparation for Easter this weekend, and I’ve accomplished exactly zero of them after spraining my ankle a few days ago. I’d hoped this week would find me at the height of spring-cleaning productivity, like reorganizing the disaster of a stuffed linen closet upstairs or purging all the kid junk (aka, toys) that’s accumulated downstairs. Maybe the littles and I would’ve made trips to the library or the Children’s Museum.
Instead, I’ve been stuck on the couch and at the mercy of my family for just about everything. There’s a lack of control in discovering that routine tasks like standing to cook dinner, walking up stairs, or trying to catch a naughty toddler are suddenly more difficult (and certainly more painful). There’s a humility in being immobilized, but I’m starting to think that truth is more deeply received in a place of weakness than given from a point of strength. That perhaps, we can hear the still, small whisper of truth better than we ever could from a megaphone....Read More