It follows that after a day that was clearly blessed, the idea is that you get your fill of joy and allow it to sort of spill over into the next day. That's today. Lots to do...piddly stuff, but still, it's there.
One son has yards to do with a brother so needs gas, bags, etc. I'm the chauffeur for the job. No biggie. Another son wants to go to the bank to turn in some rolled pennies for *real* money. I need to figure out bread for dinner (potato soup---oh joy of joys---read heavy sarcasm here!) since the oven is still not working. Might get yeast and oil to make China Buns (what we call English Muffins) since they cook on top of the stove, and are truly delish.
Neighbor with sprained ankle might call on me to help her a bit. Am trying the tough love angle, encouraging her to see that she's more able than she's wanting to admit. Not easy when faced with the reality that she's not very self-confident. And I tend to not be an enabler, so when folks beg for help, I'm often pretty tough. I'll help, but only after I see that there's no other option. I have a servant's heart but really squirm when I see that the person in question is able to do more than they think they can. Sometimes I feel my hands are tied---like me helping isn't really helping if you know what I mean. A puzzle, to be sure.
But, if I look at the day overall, it's all do-able. Nothing overwhelming, but plain living. Doing school, cleaning the house, reading at naptime, getting the house straight for my husband coming home, watering seedlings. All mine and all good. Puts it all in perspective, doesn't it? :)
One son has yards to do with a brother so needs gas, bags, etc. I'm the chauffeur for the job. No biggie. Another son wants to go to the bank to turn in some rolled pennies for *real* money. I need to figure out bread for dinner (potato soup---oh joy of joys---read heavy sarcasm here!) since the oven is still not working. Might get yeast and oil to make China Buns (what we call English Muffins) since they cook on top of the stove, and are truly delish.
Neighbor with sprained ankle might call on me to help her a bit. Am trying the tough love angle, encouraging her to see that she's more able than she's wanting to admit. Not easy when faced with the reality that she's not very self-confident. And I tend to not be an enabler, so when folks beg for help, I'm often pretty tough. I'll help, but only after I see that there's no other option. I have a servant's heart but really squirm when I see that the person in question is able to do more than they think they can. Sometimes I feel my hands are tied---like me helping isn't really helping if you know what I mean. A puzzle, to be sure.
But, if I look at the day overall, it's all do-able. Nothing overwhelming, but plain living. Doing school, cleaning the house, reading at naptime, getting the house straight for my husband coming home, watering seedlings. All mine and all good. Puts it all in perspective, doesn't it? :)
