Kids were in bed. Not quiet, but in bed. My husband left to fill the car with gas. I wanted to sit in my cozy fleece sheets and scroll through Pinterest on my phone.
But I cleaned up the house. It’s amazing what 30 minutes will do.
I just didn’t want to start Monday behind.
I don’t always make that choice. I hate having to be responsible.
I think Heaven will be one big pot of creativity, and we’ll get to dance in the wind, finger painting the sky.
But until then, I have to learn faithfulness.
35 years and I’m still learning.
And I get frustrated that my children haven’t learned it yet.
So I also need to learn gracious patience.
My dishwasher is humming. Pandora is playing. My husband will roll back in the driveway any minute.