A Closer "Run" With Thee

A tall, familiar man stands on the sidelines. I reach out to touch him. Yes, I know those hands and that touch -- my husband. I long to be pulled off the stretch but the current pulls me back. Bumping along I fall over a pile of laundry, break my toe on a baby gate and load the dishwasher. I see two mirror images of myself in differing heights amused at my break-neck speed. They applaud and begin to yell a name I should always be honored to answer -- but it rings in my hears today -- a piercing ring that shatters my senses. I toss one to bed and the other a book. I continue the pace -- babysitters, work, babysitters, home, supper, play, baths, bed -- collapse -- oh... kiss -- goodnight, babe.... Thunder. Baby's cry. No electricity. Candles. No alarm. Cell phone "Tools" -- now we have alarm, no snooze. Late. Rush. Babysitters. Rush. Work. Babysitters. VBS. Dinner (late). Baths. Crash into bed, oh.....kiss blown across the pillow -- goodnight, honey. With the exception of loosing electricity the 2 days that followed were pretty much the same as the aforementioned. Then on the fourth day, after work I drove along with the girls up to youth camp. I so enjoyed seeing the place swarming with kids. We stayed all night and I helped out with some volleyball game refereeing. We made it back that evening in time for the VBS program. The next morning it was off to work again, but without one set of wheels! Wayne was taxi driver -- dropping me off to work and taking the girls to have a fun day with Aunt 'Chele. After working it was a nice evening with friends at Out Back and then to the house for cards. Sunday morning -- relax, enjoy the day of the Lord -- should be, but in reality.... That familiar taller mirror image speaks -- "I 'm supposed to dress up like a dog Sunday" -- she had reminded me the night before, but too tired to be creative -- I thought I'd sleep on it. And, yes, at about 6 am I was inspired. She had a white T shirt. + I have black paint. = One adorable Dalmatian. She won 50 pts for that -- Way to go Lauryn!
The start of my week was just a continuation from Friday minus VBS. Monday evening was a nice break -- I had a friend over and we had plans to relax at a favorite little coffee house. We found the sweetest little sign on the door -- CLOSED SUNDAYS and MONDAYS -- pure joy. Despite the disappointment we found a replacement and enjoyed the night 'midst Brookie's rice art on the floor and occasional squeals of delight and dismay.
Tuesday, yes, I worked again and after picking up my cherubs from my angelic sister-in-law (thank you Buffy!) we headed to soccer practice. Back home it was the dinner, bath, bed combo for Brookie. For Lauryn and I - we had to do chores. Chores done, I, along side Lauryn on the 4 wheeler, ran. It was heavenly. Ten o'clock at night, stars, the smell of fresh cut hay, cool air -- it was just what this worn out mom needed. Sleep came easy and I hardly noticed when my man kissed me goodnight at 2am as he was just getting in bed! Can't leave hay out for the rain to ruin. He's my hero! Such a stud!
Oh, well, I said all of that to say this..... I am crazy! No, and I can hear you now, but really hear me out. I am my worst enemy some days. I didn't even mention that I locked my keys in my truck this week. In reality, Wayne locked them in, but I failed to remove them before they were locked in. Wayne was just getting ready to leave work to unlock it for me so I could go on to work when I found the long lost spare set of keys. These keys have been missing over a year -- a miracle. So back to the reason -- I get crazy, emotional, worried and sometimes tormented, but today I sat down at the piano and I came across a song that has been on my mind lately. This is the way I feel and this is what it is all about. This is survival.

I am weak but Thou art strong,

Jesus keep me from all wrong;

I'll be satisfied as long

As I walk let me walk close to Thee.

Just a closer walk with Thee,

Grant it, Jesus, is my plea;

Daily walking close to Thee,

Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

Walking with God makes my life worth living and not only that but enjoyable. Some days are rough and we forget He's there beside us, but there is a better day around the bend. Some days it is not a walk, but did I mention I love to run....