Ahhhhh.
That is the sound I make when Sloan comes home from a long
trip. Perhaps even more so
yesterday. We had picked up Qdoba for
lunch for a driveway picnic and he was there.
The kids started chanting, “Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!” and then they both scrambled to unbuckle and
run to him. It was precious. Gracie almost toppled him over.
And because my husband is brilliant (and maybe because he
didn’t like the leftovers he saw thawing out on the kitchen counter) he called
an audible. 5:15 showing of Puss in
Boots. And to make it even more awesome,
we were the only folks in the theater.
So Gracie’s need to dance fight along with Puss and Kitty was not a
problem. And what do you serve for
dessert when dinner is popcorn, Captain’s Wafer crackers, and Snapea
Crisps? Why Sweet Frog frozen yogurt of
course.
It was just what the doctor ordered: a random Monday
Funday. A time for us to simply retreat
and be.
I think I believed that to be still and know that God was
God meant actually sitting. Most likely
cross-legged on a tapestry whilst humming “God is God” in a monotone voice. Turns out, I think it actually means to just
rest. To fall back into God’s
Sovereignty. To stop the striving and the
grasping and the guessing and the planning for multiple what ifs.
And that most certainly can be done while holding hands with
my husband across the backs of my kids in a movie theater. Thank you, Lord, for a husband who doesn’t feed
my crazy but forces me to retreat from it.
2 comments:
Love it!
I don't know if you remember me, but I am a good friend of Robin Ps....I LOVE reading your blog, especially the recent adoption bits....the part about a mommy being the child's biggest need is so true...and wanting to be the face the child sees post surgeries...LOVE...cannot to wait to hear the rest of your ride. Your dead on truths kill me...love it...praying for everything to keep making sense to you and praying for your sweet family.
Laura Bland
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