That’s a wonderful book title, isn’t it? A wonderful title, yes, but such a sad, sad thought. Why would we want to choose something other God? And yet we do. We fill our days with things other than Him and, as you probably already know, if the devil can’t make us bad he’ll make us busy.
Go on and ask me how I know this.
And so even though I’ve had this book since its release date, I am stuck on Chapter 3. I’m embarrassed to admit this, really— embarrassed to not have a full review because 1. I’ve been reading Jen’s blog since I discovered blogs; 2. As far as I can tell, everyone else blazed through it in a day; and 3. There is no three. Do you need three reasons for my shame?
I will say that already I’m planning to read it aloud to my teens. I’ve got my Texan-twangy camp counselor voice all ready!
(as opposed to my everyday Marge from Fargo accent)
When, though? When will I get around to reading this book to my kids? When will I get around to reading it myself? Only God knows, quite literally. Certainly I’ve got my hands full these days, with something other than Something Other Than God.
Some little known facts about this photo:
- Putting sugar on pancakes is from my family of origin. We buttered the pancake, added the sugar, and rolled the whole thing up like a crepe. It’s both delicious and messy, which, as you probably already know, is the gold standard for food served to kids.
- My 4-year-old loves it when I take random family photos for my blog. Momma’s distracted by blogging again! Yay! I get eighteen extra spoonfuls of sugar!
- It takes real skill to hold a baby and clutch one’s robe shut with the same hand. We moms do this sort of thing instinctively, though we wish we could say the same thing about closing our cupboards.
Graying roots and spilled sugar are the stuff of my days, these days. Sometimes I think that God’s a great big dictator, willing me to NEVER leave my house because there are, at any given moment, at least eighty domestic fires to put out.
And that’s just in the kitchen!
(Also? I photo-shopped those photos to make them look more gritty.)
(We are all about gritty realism on this blog.)
In addition to the eighty fires and the best-selling memoir sitting unread on my Kindle, there are a dozen great new e-books to read; a hundred fabulous blogs to peruse; a thousand pretty projects to pin on Pinterest; and infinite hours to fritter away on Facebook. All good, right? And all conspiring to tempt me to think that my life—my crazy-busy, unbelievably messy life—is extremely something other than God.
Because how can this chaos be His will? It’s not mine, after all. Did He not get the memo?!
And yet, it is. It is His will that I be present to these messes, because these sticky little fingers need me more than the walls.
Well, they do—they really do—and somehow I think that Jennifer Fulwiler gets this. She has, after all, six sweet-but-sticky darlings of her own. Jen, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I’m so very late to the party! For what it’s worth, I love your new book.
At least, I’m loving the first three chapters.