Keeping It Real

I am sitting at my Internet-access site, aka McDonald’s, right now, just having polished off a Rolo McFlurry. Hey, you gotta buy something if you’re gonna sit in the restaurant, right? This particular joint is currently undergoing a major renovation, yet remaining open throughout. [Steve Martin voice:] Thank you! Staying open has its inconveniences; today was the men’s room being closed. Actually, the bathroom being worked on was the ladies’ room, which apparently will be the men’s room when the redo is finished. Males needing it have a port a pot outside, while females get to use the old men’s room. Those last lines were a bit confusing- still with me? I had to go, so I got to check out the facilities I normally never see. There were two stalls with toilets and doors, and the two urinals sat on the main wall, in full view. When I went to wash my hands, I noticed the tile in front of me- red, my favorite color- and I noticed that I noticed quite a lot of tiles. There was no mirror over the sink! Maybe it was removed already during the work on the building, or maybe there never was one? My imagination ran with the possible reasons there wouldn’t be a mirror in the men’s room. Perhaps to provide more privacy to the urinals directly across from it, possibly because studies have found men don’t use mirrors… Hmmm. Well, I have learned a lot from just being here at McD’s tonight!
Surrounded by this restaurant’s skeleton inspires me almost as much as some blog posts I have been reading lately. In them mothers just like me bare their souls, ugly and beautiful thoughts alike. As they share, I am so encouraged to find that I am not alone in my postpartum breakableness. That it is normal to be the way I am, the way I have been nine times now, each time getting a little worse. In the above picture are some beautiful creatures surrounded by the messy reality that is our day. Pictures don’t lie; at least mine don’t. But another reality is that I do not have to go through the messiness on my own; I have a wonderful Savior who is with me in the midst of each difficulty. To ignore this truth is like not having a mirror over the sink. Lots of pretty tile, but you miss the truth of where you are- in a really stinky place.
He’s there, too. He’s there, too.