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Perfect Moments hidden in crazy loud chaos

I'm linking up with Holley Gerth's Coffee for you Heart Wednesday's...a space where you are supposed to pause, reflect, and write some refreshment for someone else...and probably for yourself too...




Wednesdays have traditionally been my crazy day....for years now...being married to a youth pastor means that Wednesdays are busy days....sometimes very busy days...in the past I would rush home from my job and speed to church...then it was my time to spend in the nursery with a baby on my hip and then youth hang out time...then Wednesdays were filled with picking youth up from school and then taking them home to make dinner as we chat about their teenage life over the loud noises of my children jumping off couches, jumping into their arms...and jumping into their hearts...
Its great...its been a source of growth for all of us, joy, friendship, and love...and also a source of dog tired Wednesday evenings after the house comes to a grinding halt at ten minutes after ten o clock....

Now Wednesdays look different for me...new church...new things...but Wednesdays are still for some reason the day of the week that everything goes fast and full....
Last Wednesday was no different...
I am like most moms I think...I aspire to paint a childhood for my kids that is vibrant, colorful, imaginative (yes I realize I am dramatic), memorable, a place where they can soar and where they always want to learn about our God's great big beautiful world...and sometimes turn a ho hum afternoon into a place that is all of the sudden new and exciting...I always want to do something fun...to make something ordinary be interesting.
This is a great aspiration, sometimes it produces crazy though....for me and them, our house...and the pieces that are still lying around when husband walks through the door and has to mop everyone off the floor.
Last Wednesday we had an unexpected visit from our four year old firecracker niece and our Wednesday buddy, Evan.  He's five and the quiet one in the group.
We decided that we were going to have a quaint birthday party for everyone's favorite doll or stuffed animal.  Simple right?
Well everything was simple...simple pizzas, grapes, and cheese cubes...blue cups for Mario (Evan's favorite) and even muffins that are also Evan and Mario's favorite...a few candles and a tent where we would all watch a Tigger movie....
Well as you know trying to do any thing exciting with four kids ages four to six and a 19 month old...well its noisy messy and filled with half laughter/ half squabbles...

As I was trying to get the food fast enough on the plates and two juice boxes spilled grape puddles on the floor to match baby blue eye puddles in four year old eyes...we had our moment...our moment of perfect in the midst of crazy loud imperfect chaos...
I bravely decided to ask something mature "ish" over the din of people fighting over cheese cubes..."So how old is your doll?" And thus began everyone talking over each other about how many years Madelyn and Penny the happy Snow woman would be celebrating today.
There was a little skirmish over who was oldest...Madeline changed ages a bit...her scale was from 54 to  7 and finally settling on the ripe old age of 4....
After they proudly proclaimed the names and ages of Mario, Lamby, Madeline, and Penny the Happy snow woman I randomly got the whimsy to say, "Ya know guys, in Heaven you will have over a million birthdays."
Evan's hazel eyes lit green fire and his mouth twitched into a small smile.
Amelia's grin broke face wide and Madelyn's eyes rounded true blue moons in knowing excitement.
So we began the talk....the little talk about Heaven and what is really true and really important  in between frozen pizza and chocolate chip cookies..."I'm going to be 100 million bazillion and a gazillion years too." Meredith piped in and for the next few minutes all was hush except them trying to come up with the most mind boggling age they could ever become...
"Heaven never ends guys.  It goes on forever and ever."
"And ever." They of course chimed in...
"How tall are the birthday cakes in Heaven?" Meredith asked
And then they began a whole listing of the most astronomical cakes imaginable....

Our moment ended and a little bit more of eternity was sparking smiles out of their eyes....
Heaven discussed over Mario, Luigi, and kool aide...
And then like a preschool pendulum coming back full force, everything was crazy again....
Everyone rushed into the tent and at least three fights occurred over who was sitting where (ending with Evan escaping to the kitchen to hide from those bossy girls)...
And Mario (ahem Evan) blew all the candles out on the chocolate chip cookie cakes by.himself. with no girl help. Insert more crying....

But I smiled...we had our moment :)  I believe God uses sometimes the quirky, the unexpected, the mess to teach us ...kids and mama's too....



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