Why does it take longer to fold a load of clothes than it does to wash and dry them?
Why do my children run and scream like wild trolls in Aldi, but sit on the deck like prim fairies when we get back home?
Why do one-year-old babies like to scream between the hours of 4:00 and 6:00 pm while you try to cook dinner?
Why does that same child cry uncontrollably until the minute you get the pot pie in the oven and have a free hand to hold him and then he is content to play quietly with his stack of books?
Why do the children wait until Daddy’s tennis night to break every rule, one right after the other?
Why do kids think they need to talk loudest in a vehicle?
Why does good food take so long to cook? And have so many calories?
Why do toddlers throw food off the tray when they don’t want it, then eat it off the floor an hour later?
Why do I fight guilt over taking a much-needed mommy break?
Why do the baby’s feet look like he has been running through the grocery store without shoes on after walking on my freshly swept floor all afternoon?
Why do the kids walk back in the house the minute I open the secret stash of dark chocolate?
Why do big sisters pick on little sisters? All. The. Time?
Why does my heart struggle with kindness when the husband comes in from his much-needed free time?
Why do children ask me every night if they really have to take a shower?
You told me the answer this morning before I ever knew I had so many questions. You prayed over me as I read Your Word.
I do not ask that you take them out of the world, but that you keep them from the evil one. They are not of the world, just as I am not of the world. Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, so I have sent them into the world. And for their sake I consecrate myself, that they also may be sanctified in truth. John17:15-19
The answer to every “why” is sanctification. Through each trial, each struggle, each ugly crack that the pressure produces, I have an opportunity to become more like You. You have endured all of the struggles of man, even death. You continue to give me chances to be refined, to find holiness in the mess.