My husband usually wakes me with a cup of coffee and a kiss, but his blue and gold office tie lay in the chair next to the bed. Yesterday, Dave caught the next flight to California where he’s donned the alter-ego of Commander Kennington.
As I usually do when he’s away, I awakened every hour last night–somehow afraid I’d miss the belching bar, bar, bar of the alarm clock. I shouldn’t have been concerned. My daughter lay next to me–a “sleep over” we had called it. Her tiny leg stretched across mine and I marveled that my presence could give her such reassurance. Little does she know that I’m afraid of the dark and the boys left the back door unlocked last night when they put the dog out.
The sounds of morning are beginning to stir outside the front window and in the fading dark I hear the occasional crunch of wheels as someone begins the trek to work. I breathe in the peacefulness of quiet–it’s unusual for a house bursting with children and sports toys. I’ve reveled in a three-day weekend; a break from the constant whir of demands and responsibilities of a mid-life mommy. No sporting events. No time cards. No rush, rush, rush.
But today, I start again. What is my attitude? Do I seek respite with the intent of filling up on Jesus in order to serve others willingly? If I’m honest, I’d rather stay in the warmth and safety of our little house baking chocolate chip cookies. But, God has a design for this day that doesn’t include melting chocolate. So today…chocolate or not…I’ll do what I can with what I have–just in case it matters.
http://www.amazon.com/She-Did-What-Could-SDWSC/dp/1414333781/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358860997&sr=8-1&keywords=she+did+what+she+could She Did What She Could by Elisa Morgan