Sunday Contentment

Long day. Grateful. Happy. Content. Sweet whispers of love and lots of hugs. Cleaned up an immense amount of crumbs. Lots of tiny, little grape jelly fingerprint smudges. Folded 3 loads of mens clothing. All various sizes. Grocery store. All of us. thanks to daddy insisting we "all go together...it will be fun..." hmmm. 2 carts. No, the "car" cart. No. The normal cart...Jack in the front- "Lance put Kempis in the bjorn and push it. Bakery is over here. Can someone give us a free cookie, please? Now! please. ok. Let's move. zoom. zoom...

Freezing rain today. I'm way too cold and I hate to wear socks so it's not a good combination to have. I'm ready for Spring to stay around for longer than a week. We had church at our house this morning. It was refreshing and surprisingly calm and Jack shared well. Once I heard him say under his breath as he was giving someone one of his toys..." it is always better to give it than to get it myself..." I'm not kidding. He really did. Freeze framed that one. Literally took a picture of that and tucked it under, "things that pay off when you repeat them 100 times a week". He then ofcourse leaned in to tell the visiting toddler that he could have the truck but could not have any of his donut. Baby steps. Lance and I tried to get a nap in downstairs but Jack decided that he wanted in on the group nap and  started to crawl up and plant his bony little bottum in between us thus eliminating me as part of the "nap" as I begrudgingly fell down the side of the couch.

"okay guys...it's hide n' go seek time...who's comin?" he shouts. Oh my. I think to myself he could not be any cuter. uhhhh....buddy mommy and daddy are tired and we are trying to nap. Why don't you go back upstairs and try to sleep AGAIN. But he insists. "2 more minutes of just being in-between my mommy and daaaadddy."  ok. 2 more minutes. which turned into 5 and then 10. Let's just say we all ended up playing hide n' go seek about 40 times this afternoon. And you'd think it would lose it's appeal when you run out of places to hide and always hide in the same 4 places... but no. It's as if it gets more hilarious each time. Kempis slept late til about 4- and as I'm nursing him he is saying "Da-Da...Da-Da..." No. I am not DaDa. I am MaMa....still working on that one. After all were nestled all snug in their beds...Lance and I dug into the brownies that I somehow snuck by Jack as they were cooking...and he made me some hot tea that as always ends up being "shared" tea. But I don't mind.  I am always a bit sad as Sundays draw to a close. Even if it is freezing outside-- I love Sundays. It could be the tube of Cinnamon rolls made fresh by Pillsbury every Sunday morning to help jump start the day. Maybe I should just make more of those through out the week. In fact, I'm quite sure I definitely should. Regardless, I am a lucky girl to have been so blessed with such sweetness and love and innocence that unravels with each day. Contentment, although a choice, is quite a lovely gift.

Oh Love that will not let me Go I rest my weary soul in thee...

"Jack... are you finished? Don't you want to eat a few more bites? You ate everything but the crust babe. Come on in here and finish up a bit...2 more bites. The crust is the best part for you buddy."  I wish I could report that the outcome of my encouraging words above resulted in a young toddler finishing the remains of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But I can not. The crust was swept away again down the garbage disposal. And it was there standing at the sink that I heard the faint whisper of God. "psssst. pssst. You know you do this to me too...the discipline of a walk with me requires hard work, sacrifice, solitude, prayer, fasting, meditation, and an attitude of your upmost for my highest...and although not the funnest part of our walk together-all necessary elements in order for us to grow with one another...you can not have the best of what I have to offer if you are not continually seeking me with your whole heart. You can not cut and paste my gospel. You can not take the bread without drinking the wine. The body and the blood. Stop trying to dispose of the crust which may appear dry and easily disregarded but is the most wholesome of all and contains the nutrients you will need to produce much fruit. Fruit that will last. 

Well. Thank you Holy spirit. Not at all how I expected to find myself in the middle of the day...more humbled than ever and most unworthy of my beloved's attention. Somehow it provoked me though. Compelled me to "stand against the devil's schemes" Ephesians 6:11. What a challenge for me. So I sighed...took a deep breath and began wiping the counter tops off and really scrubbing away at something that was not easily coming off....oh the lesson here was quite another story...for another day. Lessons of the Father's love seem to be everywhere.....