Big Picture Moments

I’m fixing my hair because I’m headed to a funeral.

At a funeral, you’re forced (finally) to “trust in the Lord and lean not on your own understanding.”  I’m a girl who loves to know the narrative.  I love to know what’s going on:  the why, the how, the when, the where.  I’m probably too controlling.  What happens when the narrative breaks apart and you have no idea what’s going on

In reading, we love these moments of confusion; we’re delighted to read on to make sense of an unraveling plot.  In life, though, we stagger and despair. 

A friend calls and reminds me that God knows the big picture.  It was a simple phrase–the Big Picture–but I know it’s true.  He sees what I do not see.  

There’s a bigger story, a larger picture, and these moments on the page–death, birth, joy, pain, confusion and every form of suffering and beauty–fold into it.

It’s a marvelous story if I just read on a little further.  

Journal:  When life unravels, what keeps me pushing ahead? 


Nobody Likes Perfect People

My daughter’s crying in the backseat because of her horrible dentist appointment.  She has cavities.

The oldest daughter says, “Look at it this way:  Nobody likes perfect people.  Imagine all the conversations you can have on the playground with other kids who have cavities.  You’ll understand.  Who wants perfect?  Right, Mom?”

“Right.”  I’m smiling.  I’m smiling with a mouth full of my own cavities. 

Journal:  Who wants perfect?