Kay Warren says that in the journey of life, the tracks of joy and sorrow run parallel. It is not so much peaks and valleys. She says that we experience the highs and lows of living simultaneously during this amazing ride. There is so much wisdom and truth in recognizing that. But I think there might be a third track. It is neither joy or sorrow. It is the crazy track. That loop-de-loop that comes at you out of nowhere, flings you up in the air, whirls you head over heels and leaves you feeling undone.
The crazy track not either happy or sad...it is the unpredictability of real living. It leaves us breathless and with wild hair. And sometimes unkempt eyebrows. Maybe that is just me. My personal grooming skills always take a hit when life is crazy.
Craziness comes in all shapes and sizes. I find as a mom of three pre-teen and teenage boys, I struggle with navigating high doses of testosterone and dog piling. I find myself searching for ways to bring a little peace to a house full of thundering boys. There are moments when it seems like the best solution is launching myself onto the dog pile with a yell of “Stop fighting!!! (In case you were wondering, it never ends well when a mom herself into homegrown MMA match so I have yet to attempt it.)
My sister Jenny’s craziness is linked to more than a year’s worth of sleep depravity due to a energetic toddler. (How do they have energy when they NEVER SLEEP?) She can't stop yawning. Or wanting to lay down. Jenny told me this week, "I can barely stay awake in the afternoon at work." I have two words for her. Coffee. And Jesus.
She has both. Her Keurig is holding her mornings together. And she told me that she regularly prays, "Help me, Jesus." It is the only prayer that she can formulate with her current lack of sleep. But Jenny takes it one step further and encourages herself, mid-loop-de-loop. Immediately after she prays, she reminds herself, "He IS helping me."
And He is. Isaiah 40:31 says, “But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” That is where our hope lies in the midst of life’s craziness. In the midst of life’s surprises. In the midst of wild mothering moments. In HIM.
The first line of Psalm 118:7 says, "The Lord is with me; He is my helper." He is with Jenny. He is with me. He is with you. In the craziness. He is helping us. With His goodness. His mercy. With His grace. And His unfathomable resources. We find strength in His endless supply of love. We find peace because of who is He is…no matter where we are at in life.
Jesus on this unpredictable journey with us. He never gets off the ride. No matter how crazy. Arms wrapped around us as we get ready to somersault through life, He is saying, "Don't forget. I've got you."
And I feel He is unconcerned about eyebrows. I think mostly He wants us to remember, no matter what loop-de-loop we are facing or whichever mom season we are in, He is right there. And His help? Fills us with hope.
Susanna Foth Aughtmon, author of Hope Sings: Risk More. Dream Bigger. Fear less. is a mom of three boys. She loves to laugh, tell stories and encourage women in their journey of becoming the amazing person that God created them to be…all at the same time.