always something.

It’s always something.

Isn’t it?

At least, it seems that way around here.

There is always something that keeps my day from running as intended.

That stops me from checking off every little line on my to-do list.

That makes our homeschool day run less structured than I dreamed while lying in bed the night before.

Today it was a trip to the doctor for me and a diagnosis of bronchitis.

Yesterday it was four little sick kids.

Tomorrow it will be Otto’s doctor’s appointment.

And the next day – well, I can only imagine.

It really is – always something.

But I am slowly trying to embrace the truth that it is,

in fact,

the somethings,

that are our lives.

It is the somethings that are the everythings.

You know?

Maybe that doesn’t make sense.

I’m still sick.  My brain aches.  It is possible.

I keep quotes just like I keep lists, so I will share a quote by Annie Kearcy, an English novelist from the 1800’s, that I think maybe says it more clearly.

“I think I find most help in trying to look on all the interruptions and hindrances to work that one has planned out . . . as discipline, trials sent by God to help one against getting selfish over one’s work.  Then once can feel that perhaps one’s true work – one’s work for God – consists in doing some trifling, haphazard thing that has been thrown into one’s day.  IT is not a waste of time, as one is tempted to think, it is the most important part of the work of the day – the part one can best offer to God.  After such a hindrance, do not rush after the planned work; trust that the time to finish it will be given sometime and keep a quiet heart about it.”