I always have plans in my mind. There are a jillion things I "should" be doing at any given moment. The laundry, the cleaning, the projects...they often go undone here at the Woodshed. Sometimes they go undone because I really am busy doing more important things. Often, they go undone because, when I finally finish all of the important things, I frankly just don't want to do the laundry, the cleaning, the projects. So, on the rare occasions when the "time to" and the "want to" come together in a beautiful marriage, I like to run with that. This morning is one of those such times. I had a space of time and the gumption inside to finish some things hanging over me. Then, Ezra asked if we could cuddle. Well, of course we can cuddle. That turned into "can we watch a movie and eat our breakfast in the living room?". Well, sure. That's no problem. Then, the frozen waffles he could make on his own turned into "can you make real waffles, mama?". Umm, yes, I'd, ahem, love to, dear sweet boy." At this point, I'm watching the space of time for my plans slip away. We finished up the waffles, and just as I was closing the dishwasher, thinking "ok, I think I can still get this done", that sweet boy came in and said, "Mama, can you pour me some coffee with Irish Cream?". AAAGHGHGHAAGHGHG!!!!
Ok, so pouring coffee doesn't even take that long, but the Irish Cream is new, and I'll have to take the seal off, and that takes forever, and I just want to DO WHAT I WANT TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT...I read this article this morning, posted by my friend, and I think of that mama. She would give anything for even one more holy interruption. She would gladly open the new creamer this morning if it meant just one more moment with her precious boy. I'm going to pour the coffee with a grateful heart in her honor this morning, and I think I'll even sit and watch the end of A-Team and drink my own cup right along with him.
You see, I firmly believe that our boys are not in charge of our house, and, so, their demands should never dictate all that happens. However, this morning, it hit me in a new way. What if those holy interruptions really ARE the real stuff of life. Maybe I have always had it backwards. I've just assumed that the plans I have are the REAL things I should be doing, and most roadblocks to those plans are just annoying, or amusing at best. Maybe the divine plan for me has more to do with the holy interruptions and less to do with the plans I make. I won't dump the plans altogether...I mean, I can't go on wearing unwashed jeans FOREVER, and I really do think I'd like to finish those projects some day...but, for today, I'll drink the coffee. I'll snuggle a little longer. I'll give thanks for the holy interruptions.
