A whole day and evening to myself.
At least that was my plan.
Because some days I just get so weary.
I guess I’m kind of the family matriarch.
And the almost constant caretaking sometimes weighs heavy.
And I get tired of the sacrifice.
Sometimes I just need a break.
I mean–who takes care of the matriarch?
But here I am at soccer practice.
The fields are full, but I only hear our coach.
Spread out, girls.
Gracee, you’ve been with me for two years, and you don’t know if you kick or throw from that spot?
Work with each other!
Pass the ball!
I hear a train whistle in the distance and the rumble of thunder.
I close my eyes and focus on the ribbons of hair that tease my cheeks in the breeze.
And I think of how L.L. opens her chapter on submission.
On cold days, I see steam from my teacup. It is a scarf held by an invisible hand. Vapor undulates, as if some Bolero song teases it onward, upward. Perhaps this show of air and steam will rouse the prickly pine from her slumber. ~God in the Yard, p. 101
She talks about Jesus’ unruffled spirit.
What she calls His cool-as-a-cucumber demeanor.
Knowing exactly who He was and what He wanted.
Knowing how to submit.
How submission is sometimes giving.
But true submission is more like the art of working with a person or situation, the way steam from my teacup works with the breeze. ~God in the Yard, p. 104
Like a soccer team that works together?
Running with the ball.
Passing the ball.
Kicking the ball.
And why would we want to engage in this art? For the purpose of putting on the best life-party possible. ~God in the Yard, p. 104
She goes on to describe how Jesus worked with his mother to produce the finest wine at a wedding even though His time had not yet come.
How He worked with the crowd in the garden when they came to arrest Him.
How He even worked with Pilate in His silence.
Jesus worked with situations and people as they presented themselves.
And here I am taking on grandgirl duties for the evening because my daughter is ill.
When I really craved some quiet time.
And now I’m also trying to think of something to cook since the husband who wasn’t coming home until late now will come early.
So much for alone time.
So much for a TV dinner or just a handful of M&M’s.
Another lesson in working with circumstances.
Going with the flow.
Bending in the wind.
Without anger or resentment.
The Blue Letter Bible notes the word that the word submit (in the New Testament) was a Greek military term meaning “to arrange [troop divisions] in a military fashion under the command of a leader.'” In non-military use, it was “a voluntary attitude of giving in, cooperating, assuming responsibility, and carrying a burden.”
Kind of like a soccer team that works with each other?
Or a family matriarch?
So real submission has no formulaic face. It can look like acquiescence or it can look like rebellion. But its center is a love that works with. ~God in the Yard, p. 105
I lift my face to the breeze.
I smooth my ruffles.
I bow to His breath.
And I center.
I let go.
I will walk with.
And I will work with.
Because He takes care of the matriarch.
Stepping into Submission–anew,
Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.
~Proverbs 3:4-5 (NIV)
Linking with Bonnie as she asks, “What is something new God is asking you to step out in?”
And spilling crumbs with Emily and community.