It's Sunday morning and I am thankful for the quiet.
It was a week too full of busy.
Byron left before dawn on a motorcycle ride with friends and Heather is spending the day in one of the game parks with other friends. Her lift arrived a few minutes early and things deteriorated into something less than calm as I insisted she finish her breakfast while she insisted on running for departure. I made her go back and eat and also subjected her to me smearing sunscreen on her face. Samson the Ridiculous (one of our dogs) ran out the gate as Heather finally left and she was sure he wouldn't return if she herself didn't go after him. This resulted in me yelling, "GET IN THE CAR! GET IN THE CAR! I'LL GET THE DOG! I'LL GET THE DOG!"
What happened to, "Bye! Have a great time! I love you!" ?
Now I sit on the porch with my cup of tea and mentally excuse the list of Should Do's from my mind.
I embrace the stillness, the quiet, the calm.
I have the Psalms of David to feed me and I say "Welcome!" to this Sabbath.