Whereupon God knocks me out of Bed and I stop…

…seeking my happiness in external signs of accomplishment.

“Mom,” my son said. “Stop being creepy.” “I’m not!” I replied, taking a photo at the stoplight.

BOOM! That was the sound of God turning my world completely upside down.

(Not really.)

(Actually, I just fell out of bed.)

(Seriously, though? How many grown women fall out of bed?!)

I could look at it as a metaphor, my falling KABOOM right onto the floor. “Maggie?” My husband, bleary-eyed, leaned over the side of the bed.

“Well, that’s a first!” I chirped, completely embarrassed. I crawled back in, pulled the covers to my chin.

For crying out loud, who does that? 

That said, I have so much I want to be doing right now–an enormous blog post about our fab grad party (I had a lot a lot of help) and lives (my graduate) that I want to transform. Instead, you know what? I’m breaking up fights. I’m cleaning up lemonade spills and finding smooshed grapes on the floor.

Everything and nothing is going right.

God is saying…what? Put your treasures in heaven.  

That same son nearly died of embarrassment when I asked this young man to take his picture. “I’ve got this Photo-a-Day project, you see?” I told him, and he replied, “That’s fine.” My son, meanwhile, was thinking OMGosh, Mom, really?!

What I am getting done  (I have to hope) is His work in building up His kingdom, one sticky stepping stone at a time. I’m driving driving driving driving–and that’s a metaphor too, I’m driving my family crazy!–but for all that driving, I feel like I’m standing still.

I don’t think I am.

I trust that I’m not.

The laundry, the stomach flu, the (needs to be painted) (but got cleaned!) garage…

This is this life.

This onward, upward life.