Crisis Mode

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Seb taught me how to create a meme last night. Because this is what we do on mommy / son date nights after we’ve watched “Music Man”, eaten burgers & green tea ice cream, discussed the merits of comic books, a fair price for his lemonade stand, the existence of Titanoboas, and why Eric Boaz can’t sleep on his bunk bed at 7 weeks of age.

Speaking of Mr. Eric Boaz Jr., during my quiet time this morning, I read 2 Chronicles 3:17 and discovered Boaz is the name of the left pillar in Solomon’s temple. Meaning, once our little guy’s out of Pampers, he’s destined for greatness.

And being destined for greatness means, as C.S. Lewis explains, some crises along the way: “Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny“.

We recently had a crisis here in the Peiffer household. It was a normal day, you know, laundry, handyman fixing something MJ broke, bacon cooking, unpacking Amazon boxes, nursing E.B., picking up after MJ, until all of a sudden I hear Sebby scream, “Mooooooooooooooooom!”

As I’m running down the stairs with E.B. still nursing on me (I’m his favorite restaurant) and MJ sobbing behind me, I’m imagining an ER trip in our future – did Seb slice his finger with a knife? Burn himself on the stove? Eat detergent? Step on a glass chard?

The answer to all of the above is no. Seb is calmly standing at the counter with a pencil in hand. And then it comes:

“Mom, how do you spell knee?”

Not a crisis.

But when I’m facing a true and real crisis, I have a plan. I turn to God.

And sometimes, I just don’t have the words to say. Sometimes the prayer is  – “Lord, just help.” Whether it’s potty training, confronting someone I love, or doing yet another load of laundry, I’m just not sure how to say what I’m feeling, what I need.

Which is why it’s nice to use what other people have said.

N.T. Wright says using liturgy is actually a “form of grace & humility”; it’s saying “yeah, I’m not super articulate right now so I’m gonna say what that guy a couple hundred years ago said.” Such as this simple prayer by John Baillie:

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And then I take a bath. Bath comes from the Greek word “balaneion” which means “to wash anxiety from the mind.” It’s quiet in there, an escape from the kiddos, until someone inevitably yells through the door, “Mom, did you get more Goldfish today?!”

But one thing I’ve learned as a mom is that what I view as interruptions are, as CS Lewis aptly put it “precisely one’s life.”

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