Monday, March 28, 2011
The house is always a mess on Monday - the weekend involves little time or desire to clean. We'd all much rather play together.
This weekend was especially full - grandparents visiting, birthday partying, library hunting, and lots and lots of church luncheon cooking. . .
And I awoke this morning feeling overwhelmed and underqualified - under-equipped to handle the mess that comes with homeschooling four kids in a house I wish were a bit smaller just so there'd be less to maintain.
Counting blessings helps. Helps to focus my heart and thoughts on the love and grace of God for us. . . in the midst of dirty laundry, dishes, and post-weekend clutter.
29. Chatting with my mother-in-law. . . while the men-folk snore away.
30. Home-made goodness (fresh-baked French and sandwich breads, homemade waffles hidden under vanilla ice-cream with homemade blueberry syrup and freshly whipped sweetened cream, my first lasagna ever - with rice noodles for my mother-in-law, and my grandma's crumb cake that we all love) and all the mess that comes with it.
32. A soothing, hot cup of chamomile tea with just a spoonful of honey.
33. A trip with just one child to the library - quiet.
34. The look, feel, and smell of ink on paper.
35. White clouds scattered across a blue sky like cotton.
36. Early morning snuggles with a barefoot 2yo in her yellow pajamas. . . and her lovey, Eebee, too.
37. The discovery of how slowing down, and noticing the blessings, can give hope and courage to face the day - it even brings a sense of excitement - I wonder what little gifts the Lord will hide in this day.