This weekend I realized something that could be life-changing (at least for me). I'm not sure why I hadn't realized it before, but I suppose in my focus to get it all done, I've ignored a crucial fact. I THINK ABOUT CHORES TOO OFTEN. Ever since I can remember, I've had a broom in one hand and a rag in the other. Cleaning provides a sense of satisfaction not much else can. Since moving to Virginia, however, the weekly chores have become mundane--almost irritating, often sending me into a reeling cloud of self-pity. This past weekend required us to slow down quite a bit to take care of our healing pup, and yet by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, I was exhausted. After making a quick weekend synopsis, I realized that while I had done hardly any chores at all, they had been on my mind constantly. While I was watching a movie, cuddled up with Jesse and Hutch, the pile of dishes in the sink blared in the corner of my eye. Though I slept in until 6:45am, my first thoughts were what I had to do to get ready for Monday.
So what I decided this weekend is that in order to rest--fully rest--the kind where the lines on your forehead disappear and your heart evens out to a steady pace--I must remove the lists from my mind. Perhaps this means filling my mind with more Scripture, or slowly teaching myself how to bend my thoughts away from daily routines. I figure at least I've taken the first step and realized my problem....they say that's the hardest part, right? Ha!
Hutch weighed in at nine pounds...I guess this means our little boy is no longer so little.
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