Rusty Tools

Rusty tools
It’s funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools – friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty – and said ‘do the best you can with these, they will have to do’. And mostly, against all odds, they do.

I love the above quote.  Against all odds, we make our way in life, and it’s good. So good.

Friendships. Prayer. Conscience. Honesty.  These are our tools.

I am not always the greatest friend….and occasionally my friends aren’t perfect either.  My best friendships aren’t shiny and pristine and without flaw.  Our conversations don’t always read like a movie script; sometimes there are not tidy resolutions.  But I count my friends among the biggest blessings God has given me.  I learn so much about the character of God by watching my friends nurture and love and forgive and celebrate.  It’s amazing.

My prayers don’t always get answered.  Sometimes God seems  inattentive.  Prayers that I’ve prayed for years start to sound old, and yes, they seem rusty. But then, suddenly, God moves.  He  acts  on my behalf.   I keep hammering away with that seemingly rusty tool, and God begins to build something.

Conscience and Honesty: Mamas are so grateful when we begin to see these things in our babies.  An apology rendered earnestly.  A confession given freely.  A tear shed over an injustice.  Conscience and Honesty are, to me, proof of our soul.  Telling the truth and acting on conscience isn’t always an act of self-preservation, especially when you’re 8 or 10 or 11.  It’s hard. But good.

I am a mom of three and wife of one. I am livin' the good life as a stay-at-home mom, and also work part time as a Speech-Language Pathologist. I really loathe doing laundry, and at almost all times have hampers full of clothing in various states of cleanliness overtaking our home. Our three kids are incredible and also sometimes stinky. I talk about them a lot here. Sometimes I don't because they say "Mom. You are not allowed to blog about that." And they have plenty of dirt on me so I comply.

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