We both sit on the sofa, sunburned. He pecks away at the keys on his keyboard, setting the agenda for our team meeting this week. I peck away on my own keyboard, trying to reconnect to the outside world after 3 days of intentionally making the main thing the main thing. Making the main thing, the main thing is hard work when our lives are full of good things. We love the good.
But God’s best is sleeping right upstairs.
Last week, over dinner and my tears, we planned out our weekend, with only God’s best in mind.
Tonight, my skin stings with the remnants of summer’s sun and my heart stings with the moments we have missed because of our devotion to the good things in life.
I curl up on the couch and count each gift of this Labor Day weekend.
601. Looking long and hard into the eyes of our children
602. Saying ‘YES!’ more times than ‘no’
603. Eating ice cream every day
604. Sleeping in-all of us!
605. Catching buckets of sand crabs and picking up broken seashells
606. Old friends made new
607. Blue sno-cones that stain the hands and lips of my 2 babies
608. Thad’s clear blue eyes that still make my heart skip a beat
609. Fresh mulch waiting for new shrubs
610. Completed lesson plans and new school supplies
611. Falling in love with our kids all over again
As my house gets still and quiet, my mind thinks towards the busyness of tomorrow, our first day of school.
A new beginning and another chance to keep the main thing the main thing.
By the time many of you read this, I will be knee deep in American history. Please pause and whisper a prayer for me as I try to run hard after God’s best.
My wandering heart likes to chase rabbits and rabbits love to sit on my porch swing.