I really do (DID?) love September, but now I don’t know if I can, with a clear conscious, title this post “Fun” September happenings, because the chaos of having a school-aged child feels UNENDING!
For example just today at 11am I went to check my email. (On Thursday mornings I get kids ready until 7:30am, then do discipleship meetings at a 24-hour cafe down the road with my sweet Vika from 7:30-9am, and then I have Russian language lessons from 9-11. Only at 11 do I have a spare second to sit down.) In my inbox was an email from Marissa’s 1st grade teacher, titled “wa?ne” which means “Important” in Polish. Basically it was telling me that she needs to get picked up early today, as in, in 1.5 hours from when I am reading the email.
For the past 30 days, God has been daily pounding it into my head that His movement is mission critical, and that caring for my family and being available to them at any hour of any day is also mission critical, on a much smaller level. I had been praying about starting certain ministries or getting involved in different ways, but I feel like my kids and husband need me to be all-in to help serve them. As much as I am 100% committing to the movement of God, I am also committed to the individuals around me. It is amazing how clear the Lord speaks when we are open to His leading:
Then they began to argue among themselves about who would be the greatest among them. Jesus told them, “In this world the kings and great men lord it over their people, yet they are called ‘friends of the people.’ But among you it will be different. Those who are the greatest among you should take the lowest rank, and the leader should be like a servant. Who is more important, the one who sits at the table or the one who serves? The one who sits at the table, of course. But not here!
For I am among you as one who serves. (Luke 22:24-27)
I was hoping that by September 29th, the “September Tsunami”, as my dear NJ friends Laurie and Susan name it, would have died down, but I guess it is still early for that wishful thinking! It doesn’t help that each September we go away for 9 days for our annual Fall Conference affairs. Maybe if I tack on 9 more days into October, I’ll feel a bit more stable! But oh, wait, my parents will have just arrived for their 60th birthday celebrations! It is time to take myself out of the center and be among people as one who serves.
So the bass keeps runnin’, runnin’-in’, runnin’, runnin’-in’…