Why are some days so hard? This question was texted to me from the other room. I sat upstairs feeding Harry, while a raucous crew finished their supper. For various reasons, we both had an uphill day. I woke up with the urge and desire to make our bedroom look cute and tidy. But all I managed to do today in my room was eat chocolate. Because even though the incredible supplements we use have taken away my cravings for donuts, candy, just about every cereal, and most things found in the center aisles of the grocery store… chocolate is still okay in my book. In fact, today I did something I’ve always wanted to do. A rather nicely sized box of mixed chocolates came into my possession this week, and I took a bite out of every single one. Just to see what was inside it. None of this dainty and mysterious picking out of what you really hope isn’t orange-cream-filled chocolate or weird chocolate liquor. (At least that’s not my favorite. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.) I bit into each one, leaving a tooth-marked morsel in its place. It looks like an animal sniffed out and sampled the box of crack. I mean chocolate. Nope. Just a mama of six who may have had one or more things overwhelm her slightly sleep-deprived mind. I claim with Anne of Green Gables: “Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it. Yet.”
Betty decided today was a great day to pull out all of the summer clothes and try them on for size. I suppose I forgot to mention where we are heading in twenty days. Our entire family will be boarding a plane and flying to Roatan, Honduras! It has been our dream to return, since Matthew and I lived there for six months when Nadine and Elijah were babies. Now, thirteen years later, we are.
It’s hard to imagine Caribbean temperatures and bathing suits as I sit wrapped in my scarf, clutching yet another hot drink. As Betty squealed with excitement over her shorts still fitting her, it slowly started to sink in today. The last time we traveled outside of the country was to Belize, when Jack was Harry’s age. I guess I should start thinking about fitting into my bathing suit. Stupid chocolates.
So why are some days so hard? I don’t have a solid answer, but my reply was: So we will long a bit more for Heaven. Because as awesome and beautiful as our life is here, it’s covered in pain and sickness and brokenness and imperfection. If you don’t know where you’re going when you die, this is as good as it gets. But if you have peace in the finished work of Christ, then the best is yet to come! Better than a box of chocolates. With no mistakes in it. Ever and for eternity. Come, Lord Jesus.