Sit down and write.
Jack up some tunes by Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors and open the window and let the spring air in.
Make a cup of coffee with a shot of Kahlua and a piece of toast drenched in butter.
Stay in my sweatpants as long as possible and make plans for a coffee shop chat with the triple sis.
Call the bestie for forty minutes.
Highlight of my morning (besides the scale being down two pounds...sorry, Emmy).
Crack open that new study Bible.
Food for my hungry soul.
Throughout the week I had so many things come up that I could do today. Lots of options. Lots of awesome things with awesome people that I love.
And by Thursday I knew I had to say no. To everything.
It does kill me a little bit to miss my baby brother's basketball tournament in Madison. Love you, Little Joe.
And I'm just once again overwhelmed by the goodness and kindness and faithfulness of God.
I feel like a broken record saying that but I can never get over His goodness.
His goodness amidst snotty Kleenex and trying not to puke.
His goodness amidst life's busyness.
His goodness in continually revealing Himself through His written Word.
His goodness in surrounding me with so many awesome people who love Him and love me and we get to walk this road together as family and it's incredible.
His goodness in creating little humans in all their adorable miraculousness and with their drool and poopy diapers and coos and toddling.
His goodness in giving us technology to keep in close touch with besties who are miles and miles away.
His goodness in reminding me to slow down and live at a healthier pace and that living a completely sold out life for Him doesn't mean running myself into the ground in an effort to do "good works" and love people.
Good works are crucial. (Eph. 2:10; Titus 2:7; 2:14; 3:8; 3:14; Heb. 10:24; James 2:14)
And I'm learning that it can be just as much of a "good work" to have an open and chill weekend that gives time for last minute walks and coffee chats with blood family & church family and gives time to hang with a sick nephew and gives time to maintain a clean & peaceful (ish) home as it is to have weekends packed full of intentional outreach and showing up at important events and helping with big projects.
It's okay to sometimes say no to good things. Saying no to things is the only way weekends like the above can exist.
I think of Jesus and the way that He lived. He was unhurried. He took time with and for people. He didn't listen to the urging of His disciples. He focused on and healed the person in front of Him in the moment instead of worrying about the thousands of others that needed Him. He took time in solitude and prayer. He spent time over meals in people's homes. He was concerned only with pleasing His Father and accomplishing the things His Father had for Him, not on the things everyone else thought He should be doing. (Mark 1:35-39; Mark 14:3; Luke 22:39; John 5:19; John 8:27-29)
That convicts me. He is the Person after Whom I seek to model my life. And how many days do I fail to fully consider if my to-do lists, if the scribbles on my calendar, if my agendas, coincide with His Word and priorities and example?
Praise Him for His goodness in giving new mercies every morning. I'm off to make another piece of toast.
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”