As much as I fretted over coming home, worried about it, thought I couldn’t do it (I’m just being honest), – we’re back. Vacation was fun, but it’s not reality. It’s time to get to it.
When my sister asked if I was hiding in the closet with my bags still packed, I hated to admit that had crossed my mind. Do you think less of me? I’m selfish and weak. Without Jesus?? Let’s don’t even go there. It took a kick-in-the-pants to get started again, but here I am. I’d rather die trying to love these folks, than live a sad separated life.
So far it’s been non-stop: cleaning, cooking, driving, shopping, calling, paying, scheduling and weeding. I killed a large hornets nest in a tree! Then later the same day, on the front porch with Papa, we were suddenly surrounded by a cloud of swarming tiny wasps! They were living in the stack-stone. “In the name of Jesus,” I said, “do not to sting my dad!” -who just stood there unwilling to move. He came through unscathed and I was popped only once on the foot. It was a miracle!!!!
Whether I’m fixing another meal, scrubbing soiled carpet (again), taking Papa for a car ride (he loves to ride)… God goes with me and lightens the load. Picking up our freshman from band camp recently, I imagined a sad face because I was the last parent to arrive. Instead a big smile appeared as soon as we drove up. She understood why I was late, her Papa was in the front seat. They grasped hands as he called, “Hey Shugga!” Perfect timing.
Just a little Shugga with the sting.
ForGlorySake! -Anna
A rare smile 🙂
