Thursday, August 6, 2009

Why I Don't Get Much Done These Days

The reason is a certain nearly-one-year-old who loves opening [and emptying] every cupboard and drawer in my tiny apartment. Oh and did I mention how much he loves it when I load the dishwasher? Well, for Oliver it's a race to see who's faster: the tired mommy who is loading the dishwasher or the tireless baby who is unloading it simultaneously.

In addition to my kitchen crisis, we have stairs. The stairs represent a never ending battle between myself and said baby boy. I stack a combination of two fully inflated inter tubes and 1 couch cushion, resulting in a 3 1/2 foot barricade that not only keeps Oliver from going up the stairs (and falling down them) but also means that the rest of us get to maneuver over the obstacle--we approach the stairs one of two ways: either we walk on my couch and climb over the banister, or we clumsily step over the 3 1/2 foot tower.
Yesterday, I was trying to digest my situation, feeling like I will never again have a clean and clutter free environment where I can sing my heart out without apartment neighbors being bothered. I looked outside and noticed a rare occurrence--my neighbors were not at home. So for the second time since moving here I sang, wishing I knew which box the disks to my player piano were. I said a half hearted prayer that they'd turn up--half hearted because, quite honestly, lately I've felt that my most earnest prayers are not being answered.

After putting the kids to bed, I went on my nightly run while Noah stayed home with the two sleeping kids and the one screaming baby.

When I returned Noah was sitting at the piano with Oliver, playing one of my disks I hadn't heard since we left Utah. Without knowing I was looking for them, Noah had rummaged around some boxes looking for an old text book. It was there he uncovered my missing disks--the very disks I had prayed to find.

I needed that.


  1. That is such a sweet little tender mercy and I know you'll be blessed for recognizing the Lord's hand in that little miracle. Kudos for Noah too, what a sweet guy! Don't you love it when husbands do great things without even know how GREAT it is to you!

  2. Oh, what a great story! Proverbs 3:5, thats what has gotten me through when I have prayed and prayed and not gotten an answer. Its not until I truly did trust the Lord. Keep praying.

  3. Thank you for this post. Small and simple things keep us going (and build our faith)

  4. Thanks for this post...really. Everyday I have to remind myself that the Lord really IS listening and I'm the one who has to remember to do my part. I'm so, so glad Noah (and the Lord:) found them for you.