As often is the case the text came through first.
“Mom is this normal?” (sent from my teenage son at home with his two younger siblings)
Ugh! was my first response and bursting out laughing was my second.
I certainly needed the laugh as I sat in the wound specialist office learning how to pack my son’s wound. Making every attempt to stave off nausea and keep my face neutral to not betray concern.
On a normal day, the overflowing suds would have angered me or at the least annoyed me. At the time it arrived, it was a perfect gift. It reminded me life would get back to “normal crisis” mode soon enough. I wouldn’t have to endure looking at my son in such acute pain (worse yet I was the one inflicting it) every day for the rest of my life. I would get to deal with far more creative albeit messier troubles.
God is good? And knows exactly what we need when we need it. No human could have devised such a plan of the overflowing dishwasher to restore my thankfulness. But that is exactly what the dishwasher did.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17 (NIV)
The dishwasher fiasco was the perfect gift at the perfect time from the God who knows me so intimately. He rescued me before I asked. God’s tender care for my heart never ceases to amaze me.
Prayer: Thank You, Jesus, for always knowing exactly what we need. For the humor and the unexpected reassurance of Your presence. You are so gentle with our hearts. What a blessing to be known at such an intimate level. You are worthy to be praised and our thankfulness overflows. Continue to meet us right where we are at – in our messy lives. Thank You, Jesus. Amen.