I seem to have run out of words. Thinking about our trip and what to share, but it doesn't go down on paper so well. The description could be: great weather, excellent hotel, fun concert which middle daughter was over the moon about, got souvenirs in downtown Nashville---which is so extraordinarily clean and well-run, slept well, and no problems whatsoever. Drama writes better, but there wasn't any, for which I'm very, very grateful.
We all needed a situation without trauma. Life this year, as you know, has been a bit (understatement) on the stinky side. I prayed for this to refresh my girls and that's what it did. It was awash in prayer. And while one of my concerns was parking for the concert, not being familiar with Nashville and that area---we just put everything to prayer and it was amazing how smooth everything went. Why am I surprised? Even so far as to ask God's help with parking yesterday noon-time at Barnes & Noble in downtown Nashville. Got a spot by the front door, while traffic was all about, and there were no parking places to be had. I tell you, isn't that cool? Call it coincidence if you want to, but I'm not falling for it.
And oddly enough, as I said, nothing happened while we were gone. But, this morning, as oldest daughter was about to leave to go to the bank, she noticed a nail in her rear tire. Flat. And we took her car on the trip. Timing is amazing.
And Gary and our youngest son, the only boy here at home, had a day of their own on Monday. Bass Pro Shops huge new place downtown here, got some art supplies at another spot, pizza, library bookstore, just having a good time. Our whole family here at the house had a bit of a break from the daily things.
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So, today is restful. Puttered inside earlier, dusting and vacuuming. Getting acquainted with the house, even after a short trip. Restoring. Settling.
See, life is slow and mundane, and in a good way. Work in the shop. Beautiful weather. Like a respite from hardship.
Now, let the fall celebrations begin. As Gary said the other day, as I was making apple pies...he made reference to how I used to do something 'in the good old days' which are long past. I said we'd have to create some 'good new days'. And I believe this trip is the beginning. Our wayward sons have hi-jacked this family this year to an extent we're not falling for anymore. My girls and son here are at the forefront of my attention from now on. Love 'em all, but won't let the sin rule our emotions anymore. Attagirl. Hear me roar.
