I know there is nothing realistic about wanting life to be like the weekend. Don’t get me wrong, we tend to be the type that have to be intentional about slowing down. We are on the go often. Weekends are not so much a time of rest but they are often time together. Family, church family, church service, soccer practice, rest, preparation for Sunday and the week ahead. It’s how I spend my time that makes it the most special.
The challenge? Take the good things about the weekend into my Monday.
This is where gratitude changes everything.
“It’s the beginning of whatever this is going to be”
Words from the wise. Words of the lesson learned. Words of the one and only Amanda Smith. It was one year ago to the day when Amanda and Natalie arrived at our house. We hadn’t seen Amanda in a few years. She was getting ready for a huge and scary life step. A step she had known for years that she was supposed to take. A step that was required once she realized that God doesn’t change His mind about us…and He wasn’t changing His mind about that particular plan. A year ago, a terrified girl sat at my table. A year later, there are still a thousand unknowns in her life but that terrified girl is gone and a confident girl now stands in her place. She has learned that God is faithful. She has learned that the fight is worth it. That confidence comes from Jesus…from a place of experience…and experiences that only happens when you take those steps.
Once a youth pastor, always a youth pastor. Those years have awarded me those conversations around my table.
Dory made me a little emotional. Yes, Dory. The fish. The “just keep swimming” fish with short term memory loss. The kids loved it. I liked it, then it made me sappy. Stinkin’ Pixar and your genius story telling.
Also, we (um…I) watched said movie with a purse full of breakfast tacos and Starbucks. There is no going back from that.
Glasses and haircuts that make my babies look like legit big people.
They were both thrilled with the changes. I had been asked if Cephas was upset about the need for glasses. Nope. Not even a little bit. It helps his rock start status.
It’s still summer. The kids are staying super busy and Ray and I are super tired at the end of every day. The absence of school stress has made a huge difference in my home. The activity level of their day has made for siblings that get along (for the most part) and for sleepy nights. We are under the 6 week mark to our family vacation. I love summer!
Summer and Saturday forever.
I started reading a new book. I thought I needed something fiction and brainless to read. While that may be true, I picked up this one instead. It has been a timely and refreshing read. Wild and Free. Don’t we all want to be? Sometimes I feel a little too wild and maybe a little too free. This book basically said God created me that way. It is written by very different woman. The difference line is really drawn in personality. If you don’t totally see yourself in you, you will in the other. Read it.
It all matters. All of it. Every little minute. The calm ones, the busy ones, the ones where my sanity is on the brink and the ones where I am doing what I do on a regular basis. The monumental and the monotonous. Our moments matter.
Moments gathered around a table, a pool, an indoor soccer field and in a church building. I am grateful for each of them. God is present in all of them and amazing things happen when we are willing to be present where we are.
Happy Monday, Friends.