We've been busy lately.
Too busy.
Busy with school...
Work...
Music...
Friends...
Church responsibilities...
Even ministry.
I'm ashamed to say it, we've almost been too busy for each other. So many things demanding our attention that seem so small.
Just a few minutes more studying...
One more short job...
Just to the end of this piece...
How often do we really get to go phone shopping, anyway...
We were voted into these positions, we can't let the church down by not fulfilling them...
It's already April and we haven't invited the speakers or finalized the schedule for NEYR- it must be done today...
This past Sabbath really brought this fact home to me, and today made it very real. Sabbath was the first time we took a walk, just the four of us, in months. It used to be a weekly event. On sunny Sabbaths we walked and on rainy Sabbaths we read an entire book in one afternoon. But we've been so busy with hurried "Can-we-get-together-for-a-few-minutes-after-Sabbath-School" meetings, that by the time we get home, we're starved, Daddy needs a nap, and by the time he wakes up, it's dark (not that he takes long naps, it just gets dark very early here).
But this week, we got home early enough to drive to the end of the road and just walk, enjoying each others company. The thought came to me that it's very important to put all the "busy work" of life aside in order to spend meaningful time with your family. You don't know how long you will be blessed with their company.
Which is the reason I'm blogging at 9:30 pm. I'm usually asleep by now, but I'm just bursting with words to get out. Why? Because today I haven't talked to Daniel. Usually, when we're both home, it's a running commentary about everything from "Why did God make chlorophyll green?" to "Do you think Mrs. Romney really has two Cadillacs?" But today it's different. Today marks the first time Daniel and I have been seperated for 24 hours, and to be perfectly honest, it's terrible. I miss him.
He'll be back tomorrow morning, and it won't be soon enough, but I learned a lesson:
Never take your family for granted. They mean more than any possible distraction.
I remember the first time one of my brother's went away. I was worried about him traveling alone but I just realized that worrying about him didn't help and he was in God's hands. By the time my brothers married/moved I was prepared and didn't miss them as bad as I thought I did. But I had a long time to get used to it. :) I do miss them still though, life is sort of sad without guys around. lol
ReplyDeleteYeah, I knew Daniel was safe (he was traveling with some very good friends). And yes, life is too quiet without guys around...
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