Posted by Jessica | Posted in The Holy Word | Posted on 30-04-2010
Tags: babies, bottles, family time, fatigue, grill, hugs, hunger, husband, laughter, memories, Proverbs 31
Welcome Home Pete
Fatigue is just part of the game.
He and I greeted each other with a hug. We st00d in the kitchen, sleeping on each others shoulders, until one of our kids asks to be lifted up into the hug with us. We don’t really rest until 4 other little bodies are completely passed out in their beds.
Even then we’re on call.
Hunger is to be expected.
Dinnertime comes at the same time – everyday. Try as I may, to get my menu plans in order, sometimes life just gets in the way. What’s for dinner when we are getting ready to leave town, the morning after our son’s birthday party? Pickles, fruit roll-ups and frosting. Awesome.
Good thing Peter is a master griller! He cooked up some meat and made a meal. A nice expression of his love for me – a night off from service.
Family time fills my heart up again.
Inside, I fed the babies their bottles in the living room. Outside, squeals of laughter bounced through the open screen door hitting every square inch of this house. (Yes, I’ll admit, sometimes the squeals of tears loom around the house too.)
I guess it is all the little things, that makes my house a home.
It’s all the little things that I need strength to get through.
It’s all the little things that help me grow into a woman of character.
A familiar breeze, a loving haven, a sad story and a life time of joyful memories that make my heart fill up, time and time again.
The good, the bad, the everyday.
I could carry on about my day -
My salon appointment mix-up after the kids were in bed or How we left the cover off the sand box before it rained (again) or About how the ring I bought was the wrong size and needed returning.
But alas, the evening eventually came to a close. Slumber took me into the next day. And God carried me through yet another day full of life.
Even when my days blend together with driving, wiping, fixing, loving, teaching, yelling and trying; I will cloth myself in strength and dignity.
Love,
Jess






