My life is incredibly noisy. I’m pretty sure we covered that a few days ago, but I know my momma friends out there with young kids can nod their head in agreement. Boys and quiet never…and I mean never…go well together. If the moment does occur that I am able to hear my own heartbeat with all 30 little fingers home at the same time, danger has invaded. My heartbeat usually sinks deep into my throat at this point, preparing myself for what I might find.
A few weeks ago as I was in a conversation with my husband, that “silent” moment occurred. I remember standing at the kitchen counter, trailing rapidly behind my words and as all mommy-brains tend to do, the quietness struck me over the head. I whispered softly to my dear, clueless at the second husband, “Shhhh. Something is going on with our boys. It is way too quiet.” He agreed and I watched as my grown husband kneeled down and literally tip-toed back our tile hallway towards one closed bedroom door.
I followed. Oh you know I wasn’t going to miss this! I only wish I would have thought to grab my video camera. AFV would have been so stinking proud. Next time. Because there is always a next time in our clan…yours too I bet.
My brave husband didn’t even knock…oh no, he was going to practice the genuine, compassionate element of surprise. Of course…I had cleaned-up one too many messes that day and truthfully, I wasn’t going to cause another one to occur. As he swung open the door, I heard silence. Seriously?
“What are you doing” I heard daddy ask.
“Nothing” shouted our 4 year-old.
I laughed…yea right.
“We are reading” answered my 6 year-old.
I thought “No…there has to be more going on here!”
As my husband interrogated…I mean, ahem, investigated the scene of the crime, he began walking slowly towards the bunk beds.
“Daddy” my 6 year-old exclaimed, “You don’t need to go over there!”
Oh yes he does…go baby go! This is getting good now!
As he looked on the top bunk, he noticed the blanket and pillows literally piled to the ceiling. Our 6 year-old and 4 year-old had quickly climbed the blue railing and scaled Mount Boy Everest in three seconds flat. My husband started digging…through the blankets, through the added fingers, through the pillows, over the Spider-Man toy, under the broken nerd gun until he hit cardboard. Yes…cardboard.
Suddenly, both boys hit “Operation Abort” but they were blocked by Super Mommy (holding back laughter by this point).
I looked over at my husband who was holding not one, not two but three big boxes of open cereal. Yes, our hungry boys had raided the pantry to grab breakfast not only for themselves, but for their 18 month old brother as well. And that’s why we have an ant issue in our house. That’s why we have these search parties. That’s why I seriously go to Walmart and look at door locks and Pinterest absurd pantry blocking mechanisms.
That’s why silence makes my heartbeat sink down deep in my throat.
Yet…this is exactly what Abba’s whispers do to me too.
Right smack in the middle of my chaotic day, my noisy world will be silenced by His gentle whispers. They remind me that even though circumstances may not seem secure, He will never leave me and His presence is simply enough. When we make the time to tune into God, we hear His gentle whispers more clearly. His soft, clear promises drowns out the chaos around us. We quit trying to rush through our mess, but wait, eagerly for His message. We begin to look for the evidence of His fingerprints all over our lives. When things start getting crazy, our heartbeat stops, we smile at the silence and wait for our Abba to whisper our name.
If your life seems incredibly unpredictable right now and you are growing tired of waiting on God to rescue you, perhaps this whisper is for you today my friend:
For since the world began, My Child, no ear has heard and no eye has seen a a god like Me, who works for those like you (yes…you!) who wait for Me! )Isaiah 64:4 NLT)
Don’t stop looking and listening for Him just because your quiet time has ended. You see, a relationship with our Abba gets real when we allow Him right into our messiest, crereal-spilling moments. Have you allowed Him into your top bunk today?
As for me…I’m headed back on to Pinterest to re-evaluate this whole pantry-locking ordeal. Prayers welcomed.
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I am an ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach (Christian Coach Institute Graduate), Motivational and Inspirational Speaker, mentor to women and an author. I am an author, blogger, ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach, Motivational and Inspirational Speaker and encourager. More than anything, I define myself as a child of God. I simply desire to use my passion for thriving (getting every single drop out of life) to inspire others. I have overcome disabilities (coloboma vision-loss, severe hearing-loss and a small right arm). I am a double brain cancer survivor. I use the story God has given me to move beyond what I am surviving and thrive in His promises. I enjoy being a wife to Steve for over 12 years and mother to three boys (ages 9, 7 and 4).