I Didn’t Blog Yesterday

Without really meaning to, I used up all my blog moments yesterday trying to get a new header picture up, which I did, but then I also seemed to have switched from one theme to another, then forgot what the first one was, then got further confused and tumbled down many other rabbit holes. Did finally get rid of a large picture of some flowers because Matt, wandering in to ask me what on earth I was doing, said he would never ever blog here if the header was flowers. Although I don’t see how that’s more fussy than a picture of the children. And he never has time to blog here anyway, though I wish he would. “Thought we were going to blog together” I said reproachfully. “Thought you were going to do videos with me” he reposted. So then we both wandered off and now the blog looks the way it does. The main thing I was trying to do, besides just putting a new picture up, was having some way of knowing if there were comments on a post, and I’ve done that, so I will count myself as a Winner. Or winning. Or whatever that weird drug laden person from tv said.

Anyway, also, VBS started last night and so I didn’t blog because of that. And because we had to clean the house. Had to. Realized, as I was mucking out the girls room, that grace, which I really know very very little about, is just getting in and mucking out a child’s room. You didn’t wreck it. You didn’t take every last thing out of every drawer and cupboard and fling it indolently on the floor. You didn’t take a pen and write on the walls. You didn’t get something strange and weird on the bed sheets, hopefully play dough. You didn’t do all those things which you were told not to do. And then, when told to clean the room, you didn’t sit in the middle of it and play with little plastic ponies and the tiny tiny baking set that has little itsy bitsy loaves of bread and cupcakes and a wee little oven mitt. You just said, over and over, ‘Clean You Room’, and then later, ‘I’ll pay you, I will literally pay you five dollars to clean your room’, and then later, ‘if you don’t clean your room, you will never do anything fun again’. But, as you survey the weeks of accumulated wreckage, you can see that the child is so mired in sin, so broken and weak, that she cannot clean her room. Telling her to clean the room is like trying to stop yelling at children. It cannot be done in the flesh. It cannot be done without grace, without the Holy Spirit to help, to lift up, in this case, to actually just get in and do it for you. So I cleaned their room. And then they all, all four of them, rushed in with joy and wonder to start undoing it. I hate cleaning.

Anyway, the first night of VBS was a wonderful success. So many children. So much loud singing. So many wonderful helpers and decorations and everything. I sat at the registration table. The best thing about VBS from my vantage point, is that I haven’t had to do a single solitary thing. Which was supposed to free me up to get ready for fall Sunday school. So I’m totally going to do that starting today. Totally, as Elphine is always irritatingly saying.

So here are the pictures I didn’t put at the top of this blog, and I hope you have a lovely day.