Not Boring...

I went to bed a little earlier than usual last night and woke up a bit earlier this morning. I heard the alarm go off for James and woke to the voice of a familiar (to me) radio preacher. It was David Jeremiah talking about heaven and whether or not it will be boring. James would have turned it off and reset the alarm, but I rarely get an uninterrupted chance to listen to Christian radio, especially a preacher I enjoy, so I had him leave it on. I even climbed out of bed and into the shower well ahead of Emma's arrival.

My first half hour with Emma is dark and quiet. We watch the sun rise and wonder at how the sun lights up the room each day. Emily (different from Emma.) arrives close to eight o'clock (on the mornings she gets on the bus here) and on the days when my grandchildren stay the night, Lucas is usually downstairs by about 7:30 am. When Rocky arrives and all three grands are up, the silence is gone and it typically doesn't return until the children either leave or go back to sleep. Even movies don't keep them quiet and still. I wish I had their energy.

I have this deep and unsatisfied longing for a neat, clean living room (and kitchen), but that will have to wait. One day, probably not so many years away, the house may be unbearably clean and quiet. It's hard to imagine today while toys and crumbs are scattered and children squeal and bicker. One day I may even long again for these crazy days... That's hard to imagine too, not because I don't love the kids, but because in the midst of the day in and day out of trying to keep up, I've lost the joy of living in the moment.

I'm listening to David Jeremiah again, though slightly distracted his time. He says, "One of the reasons that heaven won't be boring is that God is not boring." I like that thought. I don't have any plans to sit around on a cloud and play a harp, that sounds a little boring, but it would be great if I could finally learn to play harmonica. Maybe Dad can teach me. That would be really cool!