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It’s amazing how one tiny, wilted flower can instantly change a room. This worn out gardenia bloom is permeating every corner of my family room right now and it’s power is amazing. I went from tired and worn out (very much like this bloom actually!) to content and happy in the amount of time it takes me to inhale a slow, deep breath of heady scent. It reminds me of my childhood. It floods my tired brain with sweet memories… memories I wish sometimes I could go back and relive. Surely a second time around I would absorb more, I would notice more and most importantly love more.
A pathetic looking bloom yes. But one wiff makes me thankful. The evening breeze blowing over it and carrying the scent through my hair as I do dishes makes me count my blessings. All of a sudden I want to freeze time to make sure I absorb all the details of this evening. I want to study the details of my children’s faces and the sound of their voices and of my husbands laugh as he listens to their funny stories about their day.
I am content.
I am happy.
I am forgiven and free.
I am been blessed beyond measure by my Savior who doesn’t see my tired, wilted petals but delights in the aroma of my thankful heart.
Today is one of those days of total contentment. A day when I wouldn’t trade in my “mommy-card” for all the money in the world. A day when I delight in picking Hubby’s socks off the floor and hum a little tune while I tackle the permanent mountain of laundry piled high next to the washer machine. Have you had one of these days before?
They don’t come often enough for me, I’m ashamed to admit. Contentment doesn’t come from my surroundings, for those are the same as they were yesterday. Instead, it is truly a matter of the heart. It’s a choice I don’t make everyday… every moment… every breath. And I fail miserably most days. For some reason I’d much rather wallow in a current pity-party or allow the stress of keeping all my “hats” balanced perfectly on my head to take over and consume me.
Today was not perfect by any means. My whiney child was still whining. My boys were still rowdy and out of control at times. My chore fairy still refused to show up for work. My family still demanded to be fed. The dog still needs exercise and attention. And homeschooling is still starting on Monday.
***AAAAHHHHCCKKKKK!!!*** Slow….deep….breathing….
But today, I choose contentment over strife and stress. I choose to delight in the little things… those things that often go unnoticed or under-appreciated because I’m to caught up in something else. I choose to take a deep breath when the stress of a moment threatens to wash over me like a tidal wave and instead of capsizing under it, I choose to smile and go start a tickle-fest or pillow fight in the living room.
Why today, you may ask? I’d love to say it was just something I chose to do on my own. But I’m afraid not. Rather, it is a result of an increasing number of tragedies that has rocked the people around me in one way or another. Sons who have died unexpectedly… families wiped out in car crashes… sweet little babies who are terminally ill… buses from my own university involved in head-on collisions… the list goes on it seems. Sometimes I wonder if it is a sign that the devastation of this earth is closer. That maybe the coming of my sweet Savior and Lord is just around the corner. While I know that is true because each moment that passes brings us closer to that day, I also wonder if it’s more a result of us all being more connected through technology. When something bad happens to a friend of a friend or co-worker, we read it on Facebook or Twitter when a year or so ago, we might not have ever heard the news.
Whatever the reason is, the tragedies and heartaches have caused me to stop in my tracks and turn to look at those who surround me on a daily basis. And I mean, really look… and appreciate.
Life is a gift.
Tomorrow is not promised.
And I am blessed.
This poem was shared by our speaker at our Wednesday Night Ladies Bible Study. It was just too good not to share. I have to take one paragraph at a time, it’s that good. We are studying Romans and this week was Romans 6. Ya might just want to take a gander at it before you read the poem. God’s been showing me that I need to kill off not just my sinful nature but also those things that I think I deserve, or am entitled to: Rights. Ouch! I think that hurts more than killing my sin.
Others May You Cannot
Today was another milestone… the kind that catches you off guard and takes a minute to sink in but the ton of bricks come crashing out of the sky none the less.
Lil Blue doesn’t need a step-stool anymore. I watched today as he stretched up on his tippy toes and washed his hands at the bathroom sink. This event followed very closely on the heels of him being able to get up on and down off the toilet without his trusty little red side kick.
At first I was excited. No more step stool carrying through the house from one bathroom to the next. Hooray! No more stubbed Mama-toes during midnight bathroom trips in the dark. Hooray! No more precious floor space used up by our stout four-legged companion. Hooray!
But then I heard the faint roaring sound from above… like the distant roar of an approaching earthquake. It’s the dreaded sound of time marching on. It’s always there, in the background. We just usually drown out the sound with our business. Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving… only, we can never move faster than Time. Sometimes the roar of Time is disguised by the cheering and clapping around you as monumental event is applauded and rewarded. It’s even been known to go crashing by in our absence. Ever miss a child’s first step because of work? Or a first book ever read because of vacation? ‘Nough said.
Today I wanted to desperately to jam the lifetime supply of cotton balls from the nearby bathroom cupboard (does anyone else have the same bag of cotton balls that they bought 5 years ago?!) into my ears to drown out the rumbling of Time. If I don’t hear it, does it mean it’s moving? No more step-stool means no more chubby little feet stepping up for a little boost of height. No more half-naked (or all naked as the case may be) 2 year old noisily dragging the stool through the house just so he can “use your baffroom Mom”.
No more help from mom.
Now, that’s not totally true of course. But it’s how Time makes me feel today. I’m being phased out. It’s a good thing.
But it’s a sad thing.
So while I add the step-stool to the garage sale mountain pile, I’ll relish one of my few last bathroom mom-duties…
…. reaching the soap for him.
I don’t know if you’ve seen the commercials for this new movie or not. I think it’s an interesting concept.
(My favorite line: “I could write a blog, I have thoughts!”)
I have to admit, I’m tempted to go finger through the shelves of the used book stores in my area for Julia’s first cookbook. I have no idea what the recipes are but I KNOW they aren’t easy. And frankly, at least half of them are probably dishes that my children wouldn’t touch to their lips if their lives depended on it. I’m sure the recipes are labor-intensive, not quick 30 minute dishes that are the frequent meals that grace my table. And I’m also pretty sure that there aren’t bright, colorful photos attached to each recipe walking me through step by step.
BUT, despite all those possible negatives… what IF, my children actually like even half the dishes? Or, dare I say, maybe even more than half? Like maybe even two-thirds? **gasp!**
And what IF, I realize that even though the recipes require more than three ingredients, I actually enjoy the extra cooking time?
I’m a big fan of photos… I’m a whannabe photographer afterall… but there is something so gloriously vintage about a black and white recipe page… makes me want to don my heels and scalloped apron, pretend my microwave doesn’t exist and start washing all my dishes by hand.
This trailer has got me thinking…. What are some things you think would be cool to tackle and see through to the very, very, VERY end?
You know, if you actually had time?
And a cleaning lady?
And a laundry fairy?
I’m still trying to figure out my own answer… so many options to consider!
Just a little food for thought.
HAH! Get it?!! FOOD for thought?!!
Sorry. I think the 100 degree heat is sizzlin’ my brain. Please, get back to contemplating and forget my poor attempt at humor.
I’ve started to work on something.
My Sabbath.
I really desire to have my “Sabbath” to be different from the rest of my week. But that takes a week of planning in order to pull off a true day of rest.
But I think that might be the point. Just like our worship must be purposeful and intentional, and our quiet times, our actions, our words, so must our day of rest be. I not only choose to set aside my daily chores for one day a week and instead spend time with my family and in prayer but it also needs to be on my mind every day of the week, planning a little more each day and getting an extra chore done each day in order to “pull it off”.
I’ve been attempting this new (for me) Day of Rest half-heartedly the past few weeks. Because of only half-hearted attempts, my Days of Rest have still included washing a couple loads of laundry and folding three, sweeping floors, cooking and preparing three meals, unloading and loading the dishwasher. Less chores than a normal day, yes but far from the day of rest it could be if only I’d planned better, each day.
So this week is my first attempt at An Intentional Day of Rest.
One day I’ll cook and freeze a dinner for Hubby and I to enjoy on our day of rest (the kids eat popcorn and fruit). Another day I’ll catch up on all the laundry, instead of just doing a load. I’ll decide ahead of time on our clothes for that day and make sure that if any of it needs ironing or cleaning up… yup, you guessed it… that it’s done aheadof time. And the day before our Sabbath? I’ll get the bathrooms cleaned, sandwiches made for our Day of Rest lunch, unload the dishwasher so that it’s ready for quick and easy loading the next day. The way I see it, if I plan, the only “chore” I should have to do is sweep after each meal.
There’s not much way around that one.
‘Cuz crunching around on three meals worth of crumbs and food chunks is just too much of a distraction for this ol heart.
So this week, as part of the intentionalpart of my Day of Rest, I will posting what I’ve done each day in preparation for my Sabbath. I might even include a post of recipes that either freeze or refrigerate easily for quick, no-work meals. If this is something you’d like to join in on, feel free to! Let me know ahead of time and I’ll add a Mr. Linky so that you can link up your AIDOR (An Intentional Day of Rest) post. You don’t need a blog to join in and share your tips and chores. Just add a comment on my daily AIDOR post telling us what you did that day as you strive for your Day too. My AIDOR picture is not a “button” yet but if you’d like it to be, just let me know.
I’m excited to see the outcome after a week of working towards this goal. It’ll be a huge for me. Really huge.