Assembly Line

Probably anyone with a large family can relate to the feeling of being an assembly line worker. Laundry is an ongoing line of movement – washing in a machine that takes at least 2 hours on the “rapid” cycle, hanging out to dry, folding (just to have them immediately dumped everywhere by kids), and repeat. Mealtimes are assembly line like with choosing between how much food ends up spilled or on clothes and how much mom and dad want to insist on serving everyone. We are able to incorporate small tasks for the kids to do, but we still haven’t yet made it to the stage of them being able to fully help with all these chores.

Even talking with the psychologist (who visited today), can feel a bit like a rotating wheel…first one set of kids, then the other, and then parts of a conversation for the parents who were also having to play referee. Thankfully our kids don’t seem to mind or object to having the psychologist visit. However, even with that, there are little disruptions that can add up over time…a child a bit more emotional than normal, others a bit more rowdy than normal – all signs of things being a bit out of the ordinary and no one entirely sure how to fully handle it.

Thankfully, in the midst of all of the assembly line work and disrupted routines, the Lord continues to reign supreme. We are very thankful for His hand of guidance and care upon our lives. Another day has come and gone, that Lord has been gracious through it all. We are grateful even amidst the 12 sandwiches and never ending clothes waiting to be washed and then waiting to dry…thankfully the house has a yard with more space to hang them!