I’m a gal who craves peace and quiet. I NEED my moments of recharging and solitude. It just makes for a kinder, gentler Debbie (smiles).
However, PEACE has completely escaped my house the past few days. I can pretty much hear an official voice over a loud speaker coming from somewhere upstairs announcing, “PEACE has LEFT the building!”
Yesterday began with an overflowing toilet upstairs. An all-out 4-alarm-grab-every-towel-shirt-sock-and anything fluffy you can find kind of episode. ANYthing capable of sopping up gallons of water as it freely poured from a defective toilet tank.
The rest of my Tuesday involved trying to appease my little male mini-dachshund. Without going into much detail, I’ll just say that our 8-month old FEMALE lab/whippet mix has come into her first season, and little Willy just doesn’t know what to do with himself. The earliest appointment for getting Abbey “fixed” isn’t until later this month, so for the past couple of weeks, we’ve been like over-protective chaperones enforcing the 6-inch rule at a school dance. The real downside of this is Willy’s incessant whining, barking, crying and squeals of all around frustration over Abbey’s “condition.” My attempted moments of peace have been interrupted with verbal reprimands of “STOP THAT!” “Be quiet!!!” “Leave her alone!” as well as perhaps a few more colorful scoldings.
To cap off the day, there was a slight “malfunction” of the refrigerator door at about 10pm last night which resulted in a full gallon of milk crashing to the ground and exploding into a frothy white pool that ran underneath the fridge as well as every square inch of kitchen floor! Aahh, of course…
This is the day the Lord has made;
I have to remind myself sometimes that the God who brings us peace, joy and happiness in all shapes and sizes has also made the days that grow and stretch us. He allows the challenges that either cause us to draw closer to our Savior OR hop aboard the life boat of our own devices and slowly drift away, and we’ll probably never really understand why.
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.
And the words “hold on” come to mind. Hold on, hang on and press on. Not alone, but with Jesus. Hold on to the promise of His constant presence. Hang on every God-breathed Word and Truth of scripture. Press on through each day because He has created and equipped each of us to finish victoriously. Through every frustration, through every tangled, matted mess in which we find ourselves, whether sopping up spilled milk at 10 o’clock at night or seeking a quiet corner to escape the noise of the day, hold on!