I spent the afternoon sitting at home with the family, napping on the couch while something played on Netflix.
Mountain Dew and Doritos gave me the strength to get up and take to the woods for a little while. Night shifts like last night’s require a little extra something to get me going, and after serving at church most of the day, I really needed the boost.
He was waiting when I came back. He wanted to play a big-boy game. Taking down a paper deer with a BB gun was just his game. It was getting dark when we started, and we saw the sun take its resting place before we were finished.
(Above: Almost everything I love in one photo. Juju’s around somewhere…)
Fish (sticks) for supper with ranch and hot sauce. For me, at least. Have ketchup if you like. They did. Options abound after a trip to the grocery store.
“Come sit on my bed with me and we’ll talk about… somethin’.” His tone and cadence are comical, and he knows it. Usually. This time I’m not sure he did know. He’s been craving time that’s been hard to come by; little did he know that he said it so clearly. Anything would do, as long as it’s me and you.
Read to me? Sure you can. Two of us listened to one. We started a little too late; bedtime was on us. Prayers and kisses, but only after commands to brush your teeth about 5 times. I hope that changes soon, but not too soon.
Things would have been a lot different this afternoon, if I was the same person who started this day. But I’m not.
That’s the key to having a better Sunday afternoon. Let Sunday morning change you.
I got tired of all the things that try to pull me in the wrong direction, and even some things that pull me in the right direction- assuming that I was someone other than who I am. I’ve tried to be that person but I can’t.
So I started by calling some things off, just for today. Oh, and I won’t be at that meeting tomorrow either.
Then I decided to call it quits. Two months ought to be enough time for all of us to make alternate plans to get by. I don’t feel bad saying I’ve had enough of something that now makes me anxious and angry every time I have to do it. I won’t be keeping you awake at night much longer, babe. Maybe we can lay down at the same time.
Can I narrow my focus to the things that give me the greatest return on my time? The greatest freedom to help others and myself? What other choice do I have? God answered Moses, “What’s that in your hand? That and Me is all you need.” I’m paraphrasing, of course.
When I started the drive, I was anxious. By the time I got home, I knew just what to do with the rest of those campaign funds I won’t be needing next year.
I can’t stand to try living up to everyone’s expectations anymore. So, I won’t. I get to decide whose opinion is important and whose is not. It isn’t that I won’t do some really important things that will require me to seek understanding and patience from the people I love. It’s just that right now, as of today, the list of who I’m listening to got drastically shorter.
What did he say at church today? Your life’s purpose is found where passion and compassion meet. For me, compassion starts at home. Always has. I guess I’ve been keeping that to myself too much lately.
All the defining moments of my life have happened in church. And they all have been overwhelmingly simple. Are you missing defining moments because you’re in the wrong place or the wrong frame of mind?