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Lately it seems as if I have been waiting on things to “get back to normal.”
I know I’ve said a jillion times:
- When we finalize the sale on the lake house, things will get back to normal.
- When we get the baby chickens settled with the older chickens, things will get back to normal.
- When we get back from our vacation, things will get back to normal.
- When I unpack these seventy-leven boxes of stuff from the lake house, things will get back to normal.
- When I clean out the storage closets and get rid of stuff we haven’t used in a year, things will get back to normal.
- When my husband’s ribs heal from his wreck, things will get back to normal.
- When, When, When…
And today it hit me like a ton of bricks.
What is normal?
God doesn’t send interruptions to be hurried through or ignored. I should enjoy the blessings He sends my way of selling the lake house and having things that I can unbox, being able to go on vacation with my family, being able to donate items our family hasn’t used in a while, and knowing my husband’s ribs will heal.
And for today, our normal is a little different than yesterday and probably even from tomorrow and I thank God for the interruptions He sends my way.