It’s a cluttered mess; my kitchen, my office, my email inbox, the thoughts in my head. This is what happens when spring launches it’s flowery orbs and the sun shines brightly. Light shines in dark corners of the house, through window panes high up and I see the smeared, the dirt, the cobwebs hiding there.
Outside the spring rain has washed clean the pollen from the leaves. Our passion flowers are opening awaiting their caterpillar friends to come and feast.
The Boy learns new basketball moves from the resident expert and Girlie #2 assists her Papa in the restoration of an old Suzuki Samurai. Gamaw and Girlie #1 travel together to ballet.
I wander. What to do when there is so much to do? I struggle to count. I learn to count when I want to throw myself screaming mad at the floor. Behind each item listed above I could give a rant, frustration or tears and it goes against the grain to choose gratitude. The human is so deeply ingrained. Today, I grasp hard at the grateful. I bind my tongue and tell my emotions to take a back seat and I count.
Lord, today I am grateful for:
Mr. Mockingbird starting his song around 11 p.m. and carrying on into the wee hours of the morning.
A new zipper for an old pair of blue jeans and they are like new again.
Boutique for a Week Sale
Going to Bible Study and leaving the kids at home.
Family in town, airport pick ups and quick trips to Tijuana Flats because they don’t have one at home.
Her glowing face when she tells me, “Daddy watched my class and he said I am a beautiful dancer!”
Sweet hostess gift made by little hands.
Girlie #2’s ongoing one way conversation with The Beast for over 10 minutes.
That my house sits firmly on its foundation and you choose to move my heart off its sinful one.