March 20, 2006
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Bone Tired
It’s Sunday night and the house is utterly silent, perfectly still. My son and his fiancee left around 5:00 p.m. back to the university. A full week of bustling busy-ness, family meals, bubbling laughter has reached its twilight. My husband is zonked on the couch, my son snoring in his bedroom. Sigh. It’s been such a change to have a girl, a female, in the house. The high pitched squeal, a willing helper, an erudite conversant on English literature, the lovely smile. I know why my Carson is in love.
I love communal cooking: chopping vegetables, a second opinion on the guac, the easy flow of conversation as we work towards putting delicious food on the table. There is such a joy in working together. I never, NEVER, turn down help in the kitchen. And I’m almost never on schedule, so if you come for dinner, be prepared to toss the salad.
This point in the week has always perplexed me. Since we’ve moved toward making the Sabbath a set-apart day, a day of celebration and rest, we have seen the rhthym of the week change. The blessings abound, but that is a topic for another post. This is what I find confusing: if Sunday is the first day of the week, why does Sunday night always feel like the end? I’d guess that I have much residual thinking from the old days: the week started with Monday, and Sunday was the perfect “catch up” and “catch all” day.
It’s time to go to bed. Otherwise I’ll get weepy and maudlin. How do you normally spend Sunday evenings?
Comments (1)
Good morning, friend! What great things daughters-in-law (and to the to-be ones count as well.) are to have! I enjoy mine greatly! We don’t often get the fun of cooking together, but I enjoy my mostly weekly chats with Rachel greatly. I see Jenn more often, of course, but love to see her interact with the *boys*! They *love* what we *love*, our dearest babies and their babies! What better bond could we have?
As for our Sundays…We have a drive on both ends of the day. That being said, we spend the time after Devine Service in fellowship with friends at church, Kent’s folks or my mom. We get to see Sarah for a short time, which is sometimes good and sometimes stressful (things back up when you don’t see the adult kids except for the few minutes we snatch here and there…pesky things like extra money needs or *stuf* to sort out between Sarah and Grandma) Some Lord’s days are hard *sandwich generation* days. I’m torn between the need to parent and the need to honor my parent. I come home pretty wiped out from early rising and being on the go all day.
On the other hand, Kent has made the decision to not go to LaGrande for church on the weeks Pastor comes here for services and Bible study. It was at first just Bible study with a short devotion, but Pastor has made a commitment to having regular Devine Services for the folks here in this county. We were going to church, grabbing a bite and back on the road to Wallowa for the 2:30 Bible study. Because we plan to retire here, we want to support the concept of a small congregation being planted here. Now that Kent has made the choice to just attend the afternoon service, we have our mornings free twice a month. I wish I could say we spent all morning in prayer and devotional activities, but that has not been the case as yet. We putter. I would like it to be different, but have found that God usually is more effective in inspiring my hubby to action than I am, so I will leave it in God’s hands as to how much and what we ‘do’ Sunday mornings. The rythmn of the day is different, but not ‘spiritual’ per se.
Glad to discourse…;)