It is beautifully cloudy out and I am up earlier than usual. I love rainy days and according to the weather channel, we are due for rain all week. I smell the freshly brewed coffee as I make my way to the kitchen and find my beloved already at the dining room table, drinking a cup and reading his bible. I pour a cup and swirl in some sweet creamer and stand at the window. Rain puddles in the street and condensation collects on the panes of these 100 year old windows.
Rainy days give space for turning inward and thinking long and hard. Am I parenting well? Have I chosen the right curriculum for our school year? Do I give each child enough of me? Is there one feeling lost in the shuffle? Do I feel connected to Thad? Am I being a good wife?
Am I making every moment count?
I watch Thad as he gathers his bag and his coffee mug. I miss him and he’s not even gone yet.
Togetherness makes my heart grow fonder.
I am missing what it was like to just be the two of us, before kids and ministry entered our life. I am missing those first few weeks of knowing he was the one I was going to marry. The knowing that the Lord had picked us for each other and also the excitement of the what was to come.
He takes out the trash as he leaves. I watch him pull out of the drive as he heads into work. Another day of managing stuff for a man who was made for full-time ministry. I know he will come home a little more humbled and he will sit across the table from me and I will get to encourage him with words that I dig down deep to find.
I hear a doorknob turn and the pitter patter of bare feet in the hallway and I know my other little redheads are on their way down the stairs.
Six blessings…all because the Lord is so good.
“The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy…“