Interruptions

Things are a bit nutty at our house these days.  

We made a whirlwind trip to Colorado for Grammy's funeral services, driving ten hours each way with two kids under 2 1/2.  They did remarkably well, and I was so thankful to have my little family with me as we celebrated Grammy's life.  And what a celebration it was!  Picture my entire extended family around her graveside singing "I'll Fly Away" complete with clapping and foot-tapping.  We will miss her terribly, but she is finally home and we are truly rejoicing over her rich life.  My dad and his sisters asked me to adapt my "Who Will Pray?" post and give it as part of her eulogy.  It was a great honor to share my thoughts on my remarkable grandmother with all of you and with those who came to honor her memory.  Thank you for your kind comments and prayers for our family during this time.    

Our days in the Springs were blessed with classic, sunny, crisp Colorado weather, and we were fortunate to grab just a bit of time in Garden of the Gods and Manitou Springs before hitting the road back to Oklahoma on Sunday.  It was nice to at least pretend to be on a mountain vacation for a few hours, and we captured some beautiful photos of my favorite people in one of my favorite places.  

Unfortunately, our return home only heralded the beginning of a rough week.  Rhett has an ear infection, Riggins has a little health issue that I'm sure his grown up self will appreciate me keeping off the internet, and one of our cars is pooping out on us.  Add all that to the piles of post-trip laundry and general disarray and we're feeling a bit discombobulated around here!  

A couple of weeks ago, a girl in my BSF discussion group mentioned that God has been teaching her to embrace the interruptions in her days.  What a timely message that was for me!  From an unexpected death in the family to a child's illness and a broken down car, God is teaching me to roll with the punches, to choose gratitude, and to seize the opportunities to trust him for our material, emotional, and physical needs.  Granted, it usually takes me way too long to make that connection and cry out to him for help, but little by little he is giving me the grace to embrace the crazy!