Before dinner my husband drove me to the church so I could set up Communion and do the flowers. We were there for awhile----he gave the church inside a look-over, since that's his position now...Property Manager, unpaid, but hopefully will turn into a lucrative possibility in time. The point is, he has a key.
Remember when I took the kids alone and he wasn't too keen on the Anglican thing? Well, he's still a Presbyterian at heart, but chooses to be with us. God is so cool.
Moving on.
We were there for a bit, things were left tidy and we came home. To our messy, colorful and full house. And it was wonderful. The girls were in the kitchen making tea, the fall-colored twinkle lights were on in the living room, the dish drainer was full to brimming, the chicken was cooking and we walked into laughter and dogs barking.
Contrast. The church left in order compared to the noise and color at home. It was sweet.
