Saturday, September 17, 2011

A Good Day

Maybe it was the bright, crisp early Fall weather--
allowing me to wear jeans comfortably all day.
Maybe it was the fun things we had on our agenda--
birthday party, soccer game, theater tickets.
Maybe it was the two hours of backyard play to cap off our day.

After a stressful, busy, challenging few weeks today was a very good day.

It was marked by sunshine, giggles and good attitudes.
We all enjoyed each other.
Even though my husband is on call and worked most of the day,
I was able to carve out some one-on-one time with each of my children.
I was reminded again of how much joy they bring to my life.

More than once today I thought: People are praying for this. (So if you were, thank you!)

Today wasn't perfect. My husband worked 12 hours. I spent 3 hours with a man at my house cleaning up raw sewage from a leak under my home. I didn't feel so great.
But none of those things can take away from the fact that I really enjoyed today.

I am so often tempted to think that a bad day--or a challenging week or two--means we are headed for a difficult season. Today I was reminded that there is joy even in trying seasons. When will I learn that real life is not clean and easy?
Real life is messy.
Real life is often hard.

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We must stop working so hard to get to the next place because 'it will be better then.'
There are lessons to be learned, memories to be made and love to be shared
right smack in the middle of the imperfections of TODAY.

3 comments:

Teresa @ Grammy Girlfriend said...

Love that scripture and just what I needed today....Love keeping up with your three

Love Being A Nonny said...

"People are praying for this" hit me like a ton of bricks. I ask people often to pray, but I need to stop more and think "people are praying for this." Thank you JenMom. So glad your day was a great one. Pray today is too. I am a *people* who is praying for this. :)

HW said...

Your post from a few weeks ago - "It's not your story" has served me well recently.
We are still asked fairly often why our son chose to serve in the military. We struggle to give respectful answers because, frankly, we hear judgment in the question.
The other day as we discussed this again, it hit me...it's not my story to tell. So now I know my answer when asked this question about my adult son. I will simply say "actually, I feel like that is his story to tell."
Those words resonate with me so strongly and I wanted to thank you.

Have a great day.
Heidi