Lately my life feels like a giant clown car.
I have the usual clowns who ride around with me: the mom & ministry clowns,
the clown of personal responsibility, the wifey clown, friend, sister, etc…. So
my car is pretty full on a daily basis. But lately more clowns have been
climbing in to join the journey: the clown of High School graduation, who seems
to have brought along quite a few friends, the GCU clown who has brought an
oversized bouquet of flowers, each one representing money, time and things to
do, and then last, the one who wants us to move households by the end of June;
not to mention the ministry clown who tends to be a little more needy this time
of year. As one climbs out, another seems to pile in and I can picture myself
driving down the road with an over-stuffed car with crazy hair waving out the
sunroof and giant feet sticking out the window!
You have probably felt the same way a time
or two, and the reality is, sometimes life is like a clown: ridiculous, busy,
loud, demanding, fun and often a little scary!
The clown car in my mind reminds me yet
again that my life must be anchored and rooted in something of substance. My
foundation has to be unshakeable because the circumstances of my life will probably
shake and spin from time to time and a new clown will jump in the car to
distract me. The usual clowns, family and friends, provide the love and support
I need to go along with the random chaos, and this too is part of God’s
provision and care for me.
I hope this week you will embrace the clowns
in your car. Accept their presence and thank God that your car runneth over and
that the God of the universe is bigger than you car and bigger than your pile
of clowns.
Psalm 121:1” I lift my eyes toward the
heavens. Where will my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker
of heaven and earth.”
