|Exodus 20:8-9, 11“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. 9 Six days you shall labor, and do all your work,|
11 For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested on the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.
This has been a tough week and I’m not sure why. Have you ever had one of those? It’s like if anyone looks on the outside they think you’ve got it all together. On the inside you feel like you have tied a knot at the end of your rope and are clinging to it for dear life. With constant prayer, coffee and the occasional chocolate, lol, I made it through. Now I’m taking a moment to look back and examine what the heck is going on.
Seven weeks ago my life completely changed. Since, I have had one weekend without appointments. All but that one glorious weekend, I have had alarms each morning and places to be each day, running ragged and burning both ends of my candle. Why did I do this? I have been treading water and trying my best to do “the next right thing” for so long, I didn’t even notice…until now.
Heavenly Dad gives the Sabbath for a reason: rest, reflection and worship. Today I slept in later than I normally awake, chatted with Eric a bit, attended church, came home and tried two different pancake recipes (to see which was “fluffier,” just for fun) watched a movie with Lucille Ball from 1968, and now I’m laying on the opposite end of the sofa from Eric(my end, lol) as he studies for work and I reflect on my week. The house is quite except for the ting-a-ling of Max’s collar clinking the ceramic bowl as he laps water. Dash is snuggled between Eric and me, more like a two year old child than an almost 12 year old dog.
With the quiet, I breathe. This is what I have been missing. This is why my life has been in chaos. This: Heavenly Dad’s design to completely shut down one day a week so when I hit the “start button” the next day, I’m raring to go.
In the silence, but for Eric’s turn of his page, I take another breath and enjoy the stillness.
Back to our story. Where were we? Oh! The next step in this dating process: Mr. Michigan meets Taylor and Kristian.
I swear Heavenly Dad specifically designed my son-in-law for our little family. His personality is exactly like Archie’s (kinda weird that Taylor has married a smaller version of her dad), but has my love of coffee, mint, sense of adventure (ok, so maybe Taylor isn’t as excited about that one as I am) antiques and seeing the possibilities in a pile of junk-Er-a-recyclables.
I told the kids I would like them to meet Mr. Michigan and give their honest opinion. Where and how to do that, the weekend before Thanksgiving, so no one would feel under a microscope, was the challenge. We decided on the antique shops in Coppes Commons, here in Nappanee. They were awesome in asking to have their picture for Christmas taken while we were together, so as to add a purpose to our visit.
We meet there, hung out a bit as a foursome, then split up to explore and reminisce between couples. Eric had never had interest in antiquing as he thought of it as walking through, looking at old, expensive stuff and leaving. He quickly learned my kids and I’s love of trying to figure out how things worked, seeing fun things from our or our parent’s pasts and telling stories of our childhood. It was such a good time. We finished with ordering from the deli in the building, Taylor and Kristian splitting a fresh hot pretzel and snapping a couple of shots that turned into their shabby chic Christmas cards.
That night I slept at their house again where I had the opportunity to ask, nearly holding my breath,”Sooo…what did you think?” The one comment that stood out the most was,”He’s just nothing like dad.” They are right. Kristian IS, however, and one Archie for each family is enough, and even Taylor, with laughter, agrees with that.
My next question to them was,”He’s going to be alone for Thanksgiving. Would it be ok with you/would you be comfortable if I invited him to the family Thanksgiving? I don’t want to give an impression that we are serious, but I don’t want him to be alone.” Both agreed that was ok and they definitely did not want him alone. Next it was up to Eric.
Thanksgiving with the extended family. Had Taylor known what was going to happen, she might have had second thoughts. But…that is for another day.
Until next time: Blessings!