An impromptu family day
There has been a lot of healing going on in my heart lately. After I published my recent post, I quickly made an appointment with my spiritual director to talk over some of the things that were troubling me. It was an opportunity for grace.
With his encouragement, I am re-prioritizing. My energy needs to be first and foremost on my family, secondly on everything else.
[We needed to get back to basics as a family.]
As though God was confirming this all, we were blessed with a unique opportunity to be together as a family. On Friday, we had a tornado warning in our area. A crazy storm came through -- but no tornado here, thankfully! -- which knocked out our power for a full eight hours. Our modem went out so Patrick couldn't work, and I wasn't tempted to say "not right now, I'm doing laundry" and so on, because I simply couldn't do laundry, or clean the fridge (something I had been looking forward to {?!} for that day). Instead, we just played together.
We had gone out to the grocery store, which in itself was so much fun, because it was rather dark with the power gone out, and the boys each pushed their own little carts which they love to do.
When we came home, it was still drizzling but the storm had mostly blown over. It was cool and refreshing outside, and a massive puddle in our driveway called to us.
And we finished off our evening with peanut butter sandwiches on homemade bread, with celery sticks and apple slices.
But we ate by candlelight, not because it was dark in our dining room, but because it seemed like a perfect way to end a special-in-an-ordinary-way day.
With his encouragement, I am re-prioritizing. My energy needs to be first and foremost on my family, secondly on everything else.
[We needed to get back to basics as a family.]
As though God was confirming this all, we were blessed with a unique opportunity to be together as a family. On Friday, we had a tornado warning in our area. A crazy storm came through -- but no tornado here, thankfully! -- which knocked out our power for a full eight hours. Our modem went out so Patrick couldn't work, and I wasn't tempted to say "not right now, I'm doing laundry" and so on, because I simply couldn't do laundry, or clean the fridge (something I had been looking forward to {?!} for that day). Instead, we just played together.
We had gone out to the grocery store, which in itself was so much fun, because it was rather dark with the power gone out, and the boys each pushed their own little carts which they love to do.
When we came home, it was still drizzling but the storm had mostly blown over. It was cool and refreshing outside, and a massive puddle in our driveway called to us.
Noah would call out, "1...2...3... RUN!"
Isaiah, however, preferred to just take off at his own pace -- the joys of being two.
Ah, he found my flip-flops, and decided to take a spin in them as well.
So I have no photos of me running around in the puddle, but I assure you, I did. It was bliss after a week-long heat-wave.
Plus, I felt so content and alive to be able to play goofily with my children.
"Hey, what's that in our sand box?"
Oh! How cool is that?
And we finished off our evening with peanut butter sandwiches on homemade bread, with celery sticks and apple slices.
But we ate by candlelight, not because it was dark in our dining room, but because it seemed like a perfect way to end a special-in-an-ordinary-way day.
"The true object of all human life is play.
Earth is a task garden. Heaven is a playground."
-- G.K. Chesterton
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