The laundry pile is overwhelming–even after I just spent the last thirty minutes folding and putting clothes away. I’ve already swept the house and prepared the mop. I cleared the table after dinner so that TJ could hit the sack early (he’s fighting a sinus infection) and Celena could work on homework (she’s fighting 6th grade math). It’s been a long day, filled with unexpected news–both pleasant and unpleasant. I’ll share the pleasant news in a few days. It’s really good news. The unpleasant news was related to the death of a Bryan student last night (I teach for Bryan in the Adult and Graduate Studies School [degree-completion program]). Her name was Meaghan. She was a twenty-year-old commuter student from Chattanooga. Such news doesn’t make the mound of laundry generated from four relatively healthy children seem so bad after all. The boys are both a bit “under-the-weather,” and their room continues to resemble a war zone. But I can hug them in the morning–Deo volenti. That’s Latin for “God-willing.” Should God will it so, I will love on my sons and they will love on me. That’s a gift for which I should be thankful. As I slave away on a night like tonight, I am reminded of a short video clip I watched this morning with the upper grades at the academy (7th-high school). It’s from Francis Chan. I’ll include the link below. I hope you find it encouraging. And–if you wouldn’t mind–ask the Lord’s blessing upon Meaghan’s family. Thanks.
Trying to keep perspective in a pile of laundry