God showed up in my kitchen today. It's really kind that he didn't mind my mess because, let me tell you, it was a MESS.
It was 12:15.
The kiddos had just finished their lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and blueberries, my baby had just gone down for a nap, PBS had been turned on for the middle two children, and it was time for this mama to sit down and have some lunch of her own (because as you fellow moms know, I don't actually get to sit down while my kids are eating).
Breakfast dishes were still out, as were cereal boxes and half-full glasses of orange juice. So the lunch disaster was on top of the breakfast disaster.
The counter was a mess of homework and art supplies and spelling words leftover from the frenzy of getting the school-ager out the house hours earlier. We had rushed off to the gym for the morning and I had neglected the kitchen cleanup...per usual.
I grabbed my Bible, turned on a fave pandora station, and sat down with coffee and peanut butter toast.
Last Sunday in church we had been challenged to read all of Revelation in one sitting this week. I failed at the one-sitting part, but today I sat down to read the last five chapters. It's riveting and glorious to say the least.
I was nearing the last chapter, filled with imagery of the wonder and glory and majesty and holiness of heaven, when God showed up in my kitchen.
Now, I know he is everywhere all the time and he had actually been with me in my kitchen the whole time, but I mean, he REALLY showed up.
As I was reading these words:
And I saw no temple in the city, for its temple is the Lord God the Almighty and the Lamb. And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and its lamp is the Lamb (Rev 21:22-23)
a beautiful and breathtaking song of God's holiness came on my pandora station and filled my kitchen with honest and raw questions to God about his holiness:
So what do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
So what do I know? What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life its name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?
(Addison Road, "What Do I Know of Holy?")
I've loved this song for a long time, but here I was, with the truth about God's holiness and wonder and righteousness and love poured out in front of me through the words of Revelation, and this song comes on, as I'm alone with my Bible and my coffee in my kitchen on a cold and windy Friday afternoon.
It was just one of those moments when God is so tangible that you can reach out and feel him and hear him and see him and really know him.
So I reveled in his presence for awhile and basked in his love. And then naturally whatever PBS show my kids had been watching was over. I thanked God for the sweet time together, asked him to join me in my afternoon tasks of cleaning bathrooms, and went about my day. But I went about my day in newness because that's what God does. He meets us and brings us new life.
There's a balance here that I'm hoping for - because this sweet time between God and me was just that - between God and me. And yet I want to share it with you because of the realness of it and the availability of it and the necessity of it and because God's heart is to show up in your kitchen too. In your mess. In your real life where the spilled cereal still hasn't been cleaned up and the sippy cups of milk have been sitting out for hours and the laundry is spilling over. He doesn't need us to clean up for him to show up. He just wants us to be willing.
Quiet. Still. Available. Ready.
God has a way of showing up unexpectedly, you know.
He showed up at the burning bush for Moses.
He showed up in manna and quail in the desert for the Israelites.
He showed up in prison for Joseph.
He showed up in walls falling down for Joshua.
He showed up in a barley field for Ruth.
He showed up in a lion's den for Daniel.
He showed up in a whisper for Elijah.
He showed up in a manger for Mary.
He showed up in a pasture for a bunch of shepherds.
He showed up in an empty tomb for Mary Magdelene.
He showed up in a lake-shore campfire breakfast for Peter.
He showed up in a prison on the island of Patmos for John.
And He showed up in a messy kitchen for me today.