You know, I needed this weekend. I bought myself a bottle of wine Friday night. It has been such a rough and long month that I had plans to have a glass or two of wine curled up in bed with a good book ('The Lemon Tree' by Sandy Tolan). I had a glass of wine, read a couple of pages, dozed off by eight.
I spent time with my husband. We worked on an apartment, but it felt good to work alongside him in our normal quiet way. I spent an afternoon making homemade pizzas. That felt good too. Somehow, it makes me feel centered to putter around in the kitchen, to have the time to putter around in the kitchen. Tim and I went walking in a cemetary, and he showed me an old suspension bridge. I traversed the wires in a dress (I had swapped the heels for a pair of flats). I went to meet a friend at her church this morning. We've been writing back and forth on the internet, and she has been a blessing to me. Tim and I both felt that we were right where we were supposed to be this morning, as we listened to her husband preach. In visiting with them, we were amazed that these quiet people have been part of some mighty works of God, including starting (from scratch) a Halfway House for men.
It's been a rough month, really, but you know what? I am blessed. I am so blessed. I'm blessed that God puts me into contact with people that encourage me when my own spirits lag. I am blessed to be one half of a marriage that works. I am blessed to have food in my pantry. My children. My friends. The list of good things in my life is a long one indeed. This weekend was badly needed. A chance to calm myself, center myself, to fix mine eyes upon the hills. There is a lot of uncertainty in my life right now, but this weekend put things right for me again. I find that I am waiting not with dread, but with expectation.