By the time I crack egg number two and hear it sizzle in the pan, they are limbs tangled together in a mess of argument and movement.
It drives me crazy. But in all honesty, I'm not so different.
My boys tumble in and out of brotherhood all day long like I wrestle between faith and flesh from the moment I rise until I fall asleep.
I rejoice one moment in who God is and give thanks that He never changes.
And in the next breathe I succumb to fearful thoughts that drive me back to my knees, reminding myself again that the God in whom I have peace and faith and trust is more than worthy of each.
He is faithful and good and just. No matter what.
He will be good and faithful and just in 2013 just as He was good and faithful and just in 2012.
All day, lately especially, I wrestle back and forth reminding myself not to just read my life verse but live it.
"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you." Philippians 4:4-9
I live in the tangles of flesh and faith and watch it unfold visibly in front of me and even through the craziness so I'm filled with love for these boys.
And I'm reminded that the Father, who is worthy of my rejoicing always, can handle me in my messiness.
I'm reminded that He loves me more than I love the boys who turbulently bounce back and forth between brotherly love and strife all day long.
And that my life is blessed simply because He loves me.