Here it is, a whole afternoon and evening to rest, and it’s taking me too long to sink into it. Elv is already deep into a Zane Grey he somehow missed out on before this, stretched out on his recliner. He hasn’t even bothered to change out of his Sunday duds. Somehow, I like to see him thusly… Good memories of our early days.
I finally made a mug of hot chocolate from Grace’s mix and grabbed my journal and a heavy throw and came out to the patio. Of course I noticed that one of the potted plants needed watering, till I could settle. Elv made a snide crack about my restless soul, but from behind his book, and promptly forgot me.
It has been a crazy/month/fall/year. We always say this, don’t we? It’s a lame prelude to what we really want to make excuses about, let’s just admit that, ok? I have a growing thought or feeling about our too much self importance and the social “obligations” that we keep running after. Our standard of living is amazing. Period. And we simply never get it all done. Come Sunday afternoon, we don’t know how to settle into long hours of thinking or reading all by ourselves in our own beautifully kept homes. Or maybe I’m alone in this.
The truth is, we have it so good. And we are already planning next week and the Holiday gatherings. As we should be. I just want to savor this blue sky day without the niggling of tomorrow’s business. It must be a discipline, really, of the mind, of surrender to our good Father, of all the plans and feelings, to be able to truly rest on a day like today.
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