Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Blessed by a Full Quiver
I really tried today. I got up, before the clock went off, and hit the deck running. I made phone calls, did some paperwork. I checked my calendar, grabbed the CD's for the library. Laundry was going when I left the house. After Bible study I ran to the library. Then the gas station. I think that's where my plan began to fall apart. My cell phone started ringing the minute I pulled up to the tank. You cannot pump gas and talk on a cell phone! My sweet husband, calling from Timbukto, Kentucky. Trying to discuss finances when the phone keeps cutting out is frustrating; trying to pump gas, while discussing finances, while the phone keeps cutting out is really frustrating.
An hour later I'd talked to 2 of my 3 kids and recalled my husband three times. He was by now in Timbukto, Illinois with annoyingly similar reception. Our son had a major car repair issue and needed his input. I was the go-between. I don't do car repairs. Or gas grills or snowblowers. Why are husbands always out of town (or the country) when you really need them? Does anyone else feel this way? (I can hear you screaming Amen out there!)
I intended to eat healthy today. I intended to make a healthy salad at home. By the time I finally got off the cell phone and actually had gas IN my car, I was starved. Burger King is next to the gas station. Onion rings are hard to resist when you're starving. And tired. And frustrated. Back home, I was again determined to make progress on the looming to-do list. I walked in to a message from the library, the CD case was empty. Back to the library.
Obviously no time to walk the dog, as I'd intended. Maybe he'd like a car ride. I drive one of those evil, gas-guzzling SUV's (Please cut me slack here - we live in Pennsylvania and actually need SUVs!) Our dog has lost some of the spring in his step, so I now realize I can lift 80 lbs. I didn't know that. After the library I head to our local coffee shop. A double cappuccino caramel latte. This was a strategic move on my part - buying it might buy me a few more hours of energy. Back home - more phone calls.
So its midnight and this day is officially over, never to pass by again. The car repair issue is relatively resolved. I've talked to all 3 of my kids, again. And my husband, again. I tried, really tried to be very productive. But people, not tasks, got the majority of my time today. I dearly love every single person I spoke with today. That's something to be thankful for. And I am. But the double cappuccino has worn off. The list is still looming. Thank you, God that tomorrow is a brand new day.
"It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; For he gives to His beloved even in his sleep. Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the (wo)man whose quiver is full of them." Psalm 127:2-4
An hour later I'd talked to 2 of my 3 kids and recalled my husband three times. He was by now in Timbukto, Illinois with annoyingly similar reception. Our son had a major car repair issue and needed his input. I was the go-between. I don't do car repairs. Or gas grills or snowblowers. Why are husbands always out of town (or the country) when you really need them? Does anyone else feel this way? (I can hear you screaming Amen out there!)
I intended to eat healthy today. I intended to make a healthy salad at home. By the time I finally got off the cell phone and actually had gas IN my car, I was starved. Burger King is next to the gas station. Onion rings are hard to resist when you're starving. And tired. And frustrated. Back home, I was again determined to make progress on the looming to-do list. I walked in to a message from the library, the CD case was empty. Back to the library.
Obviously no time to walk the dog, as I'd intended. Maybe he'd like a car ride. I drive one of those evil, gas-guzzling SUV's (Please cut me slack here - we live in Pennsylvania and actually need SUVs!) Our dog has lost some of the spring in his step, so I now realize I can lift 80 lbs. I didn't know that. After the library I head to our local coffee shop. A double cappuccino caramel latte. This was a strategic move on my part - buying it might buy me a few more hours of energy. Back home - more phone calls.
So its midnight and this day is officially over, never to pass by again. The car repair issue is relatively resolved. I've talked to all 3 of my kids, again. And my husband, again. I tried, really tried to be very productive. But people, not tasks, got the majority of my time today. I dearly love every single person I spoke with today. That's something to be thankful for. And I am. But the double cappuccino has worn off. The list is still looming. Thank you, God that tomorrow is a brand new day.
"It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; For he gives to His beloved even in his sleep. Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the (wo)man whose quiver is full of them." Psalm 127:2-4
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