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| ~madelyn, anastasia, milk, and nora |
Too much information in my head concerning our children. Time to focus on homemaking. And chickens since sitting out with them is such an wonderfully calming experience. I really have to change the way I've been doing my job. I can't manage to know everything, and even when I'm able to find out stuff, I need to not do that. My physical self suffers.
Baked yeast rolls for dinner, made potato soup. Second son (who I'm proud to say, preached at his small inner-city church on Sunday) brought over homemade spaghetti sauce, which we'll have tomorrow night. Drinking a mocha now, and had glass after glass of water today. Breakfast/tea in bed. Lunch in bed as well. Wearing comfortable clothes. Hair in a braid (and yes, it finally grew to my waist). Minimal cleaning. Two sick, yet recovering children. Schoolwork late in the afternoon. Fourth son treating us to some groceries tonight.
Seems I got side-tracked from my word of the year, REST. Rest doesn't mean just physical quietness, but the same for my heart---and my soul needs the peace. To avoid confrontation, not to the extent of overlooking things that need tending, but to not deliberately step into things I can do without stepping into. YouknowwhatImean. I stay in a state of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Common predicament of women, especially of mothers. Forget contentment, you always have to be ready to subdue the monsters.
God will have to take care of the bad guys for a bit. Or maybe we'll make it a long-term commitment. I'm done. Must make a note of that. Yeah, right. I have to maintain a restful environment for our family here. I did burn frankincense/myrrh today, and marked the doors with hyssop. Keep away, monsters! Might just be a, whatchacallit, gesture, but it makes me feel more secure when I go through the motions. They do mean something to me. Ancient rituals. Love 'em.
In re-reading, this post sounds melancholy, which isn't my goal. Just frayed around the edges. I wear my heart on my sleeve, so my better half says. Let it go. Let it go.
