Our house was alive for a few days last week. Our California kids and grandsons arrived in Idaho and joined our two children and their families here. We went to the movies with our grandsons. The “girls” (me, my daughter, my daughter-in-love, and soon-to-be-my-daughter-in love) went to a little café in Nampa. The “boys” went to an outdoor range and shot guns and rifles for hours.
We went to Shindig Farms and zip-lined, rode mechanical bulls, swings and took a wagon ride. Some got lost in the maze and a couple ate corn dogs that were the equivalent of three regular-sized ones. Hot chocolate was a favorite.
In between adventures, we spent time together in our house. We watched a little football, ate, ate again, and ate some more. The house was noisy and messy and alive for three days. And I loved every moment of it!
Now the house is once again neat and quiet, and it is just Bob and me. We are looking at the new year. I know there are good things ahead to look forward to, but I also know there will be long days in between.
Funny how fast life can change from being chaotic every day and longing for just a little quiet when the kids were young – to being quiet every day and longing for a little family chaos once again.
I visited Psalm 139 again this morning – that wonderful song of David about “The All-Knowing, Ever-Present God.” I lingered awhile on verse 16. “Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began.” [HCSB]
God knew my today … every day … and what it would hold. God knows my days ahead and what they will hold. I can trust Him with each one.
