As a child I had big plans for my life. I had big dreams of a life that was glamorously beyond the ordinary. Humanity has such a way of romanticising life. And media accentuates that. I have lived most of my life in turmoil because there is such a huge difference between my romantic thought life and my reality. I cannot bring the two together, because they are often quite opposing.
So, let me attempt to describe my last week from both points of view.
It was a long, exhausting week. Every night was late, and every day full and busy. I complained throughout all of it, and didn’t have the state of mind to build up the energy to enjoy it. I complained about it to a friend, and her response was: “Oh how exciting, what will you wear?” I thought she was crazy and wondered what part of my complaint she had missed. But within that moment of confusion, I realized that I had missed it.
So, here is the reality of my past week. On Sunday it got late because we had friends visiting from Cape Town, whom we hadn’t seen for 6 months, what a blessing.
Monday got late because we had elders meeting, where we were prayed for, anointed and ministered to for the week ahead, how is that not awesome?
On Tuesday we got to bed at 2am because we hosted the King of Swaziland for a formal dinner, and Neal got to address some pertinent issues in his speech, that were aired on national television and radio all week. What favour from God!
Wednesday was a rush because I had to buy Neal a gift for his birthday the next day, and my life had been too full and busy to be more organized about it. How blessed am I that my life isn’t boring and ordinary, and that I am fortunate to have lived another whole full year loving my precious husband?
Thursday Neal had the privilege of having the King of Swaziland visit his sawmill for a tour, and then proceeded to spend an hour or so speaking to him privately about the issues he is facing, and that talk produced real solutions.
In this week, I was a mess, but God moved mountains!
Who is man that you are mindful of him? Psalm 8:4 How is it possible that the Creator of the heavens and the earth, the all powerful, omnipotent, omnipresent God, the King of kings chooses to work through humans, mere vapor, mere dust. Our only hope of glory, is this, that God work through us. Christ in me the hope of glory Col 1:27.
May my life continue to be crazy, messy, exhausting, if it means that I can be part of what God is doing. And may God receive all the glory, while I am a mess.