all things new, even wwe
So, I reached an all new low last night. After my family went to bed, I found myself on Pinterest (“found myself on Pinterest” sounds like there was an element of surprise; however, my nightly Pinteresting perusal is about as habitual and routine as my youngest child “finding himself” without underwear). Anyway, my new low. I actually searched pinterest for “WWE” and “John Cena” decorating ideas. I know, I’m embarrassed for myself. Let me explain.
While we all mourn the absence of Kaden, some of us are not too sad that he leaves behind a room waiting to be occupied by a loving, mournful sibling. Said sibling may or may not have thrown Kaden’s left over belonging in a trash bag and moved in some of her own items a mere 2 days after he went to college. Which means, we are engrossed in the game of musical rooms because now everyone has a shot at claiming his and her own territory…a luxury big families rarely have, unless, of course, they are fictional big families on TV.
And, it also means, all three children have a myriad of decorating ideas they want to implement (yesterday). The youngest one levying the greatest challenge in the history of all interior decorating in the history of all the world. He has asked for a “wrestling room.” Some of his ideas include, but are not limited to: ropes around the room with turnbuckles, several 7 foot fatheads of John Cena, Big Show, and Kofi Kingston, and two king size mattresses pushed to the middle of the room so tag-team wrestling won’t be so “crowded,” and the room painted black.
He’s a dreamer, that one.
This isn’t my first rodeo, y’all. I’m not a rookie mama. But, this “phase” of his has lasted since he was 5 and brought this “book” home from the book fair at school.
That was three long years ago.
I don’t get paid enough.
Ironically, our sermon on Sunday started with this verse:
“Behold, I am making ALL things new”
Then, that very same day, someone posted on Instagram,
“Watch closely, I am preparing something new: it’s happening now, even as I speak, and you’re about to see it.”
So then I started looking closely hoping to maybe see John Cena in a different light or waiting for him to jump out of the poster and give me a word from the Lord as to how to decorate my son’s wrestling room.
I’m kidding. Don’t send hate email.
I wrestled with those verses (see what I did there?). As much as I want all my chicks under one roof again, and as much as I want things to stay the same, that is not God’s best for me, for you, for anyone. He is constantly calling us forward to forget what was and press on to what is now. We aren’t home, yet, and He uses each change, each season of life, each milestone to remind us of that.
Don’t get me wrong, I often look back and am reminded of the Faithfulness and Mercy of our Great God, but too often I look back and wish for what was–the “former things,” the comfortable things, the known things. I like being comfortable. I like knowing. I like control; however, the more I know, the more comfortable I am, the less I need a Savior.
Thankfully, He is making all things new. That includes me. That includes you.
And, sometimes that includes a 7′ fathead of John Cena on your son’s wall.