Today...was bearable. Nay, shall I even venture to say it? Enjoyable? What?!?!? Me? NOT whine?
Seriously, I would just like to apologize for the whining lately. Maybe hormones. Maybe stress. Maybe sleep-deprivation. Maybe just self-centeredness. Maybe all of the above. But, I admit it.
Today however, today was good. Beautiful outside! I opened the windows on our screenless house, and I haven't even complained about the flies buzzing around now. Peanut devoured dinner without a fight (albeit seriously messy!) The older girls actually GOT-ALONG. Nobody complained at dinner - even though we are at the END of groceries. Like, we have NOTHING in the pantry. (Ugh, gotta do the Costco run, and seriously...it might take two trips. We need EVERYTHING! It would be easier to make a list of what we DO have, than what we need at this point.)
I stayed up late again last night working on photos and got a fair amount done. So, life is good. Life will be absolutely PERFECT come Saturday morning when we get out on the BOAT! Cannot wait. The lake is my zanadu (only without Olivia Newton-John and skates.) I love, love, LOVE...the lake. Nothing else like it. Quiet. Warm. Fresh air. Rocking of the boat. My mama's food. Mmmmmm....cannot wait! It is worshipful.
Now, we have gotten a lot of grief in the past about missing church for the "lake." But, what people do not understand, is that we aren't the typical lake people. Well, let's face it, my parents aren't typical people. But, I can say with every bit of honesty in my human bones, that worship happens at the lake. Especially when the worship leader of all worship leaders is there...my mom. We have been known to sing hymns while cooking. We have been known to hold hands and pray at the boat dock, even if it is to ourselves. Being with my parents - living with my parents - growing up with my parents has been a lifestyle of worship. And, doggone it! I love it! Would have never admitted that as a teenager having to hold hands with my brothers and sing in the Smoky Mountain National Park - but I whole heartedly admit it now.
Aw that was sweet. Personally I worship at the Church of the Pacific..............Ocean. I love finding God in nature.
ReplyDeleteWow, Kim. I didn't know my pimento cheese had this effect on you.
ReplyDeleteWe are all Ruth's girls. Or maybe Lillie's girls. I remember at family reunions Grandmama and her brothers and sisters would tell of how their mother would sing hymns while working in her garden or caring for her twelve children. I guess hymns are a way to cope. So, this makes you the fourth generation of copers. Beats chocolate. :)
Love, Mama
I love that you find church and God at the lake!!! It reminds me of that movie Man in the Moon with Reese Witherspoon where she always wants to go to her Dads church with his fishing pole. God doesnt care where you worship and celebrate him. As long as you are doing it.
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