That man laughs at me most every night –mocks me, really. Because I lay down in bed and carefully fold the comforter over and then the blanket over that and then the sheet over that. This forms a taut cover, which I then neatly tuck under my chin.
He, on the other hand, grabs his covers and pulls them up.
Just grabs them, so they’re all a jumble, and sometimes the comforter is touching his chin instead of the sheet. You know that he looks at me with a wicked grin, enjoying how uncomfortable I am with his untidy sleeping habits.
“How can you even live with yourself?” I ask.
I do like order. Shirts always go on the hanger facing the left, thanks to my dad’s military training. Socks are organized by color in the drawer. Washrags are always folded with corners touching and tags tucked in. (It matters.)
Our junk drawer is organized in tidy compartments.
Cans in the pantry are faced. I chalk that up to several summers of working in a grocery store.
One day my daughter put something in my fridge, and she asked if it was okay where she put it. “I don’t want to mess with your refrigerator feng shui,” she said.
But one thing that is not in order in my life is all the stuff that comes my way in a day. Who would have known I would have a chat with the grocery checker that would lead to us planning a lunch date so I could get to know her?
Or the text from our pastor asking if we would host a summer intern.
Or the email asking if I would do some consultations for a class at church this summer.
That’s a lot of good but unexpected activities, for this girl who likes to line things up nice and even.
Yesterday afternoon I was feeling overwhelmed, which doesn’t take much for me, so I lay down on the couch and said, “Lord.” Followed by a big sigh and an attempt to breathe deeply.
He joined me there and brought Paul’s words to mind:
“For God is not a God of disorder but of peace.” (1 Corinthians 14:33 NIV)
God likes things to be orderly, and I found that to be a great comfort. I really doubt he cares much about the state of my sock drawer, but I know for sure he cares about the state of my heart and mind.
Order versus disorder.
Peace versus chaos.
Summer does not come to us laid out as neat and tidy as we would like, but we can meet with the One who will help us keep a taut mind as events unfold.