It’s Saturday night and I watch the time closely while I am making dinner. I turn the heat on the stove to low and race up to the second floor. There are just two washers and two dryers to serve the needs of all the people currently staying in this hotel. It seems that there is always a line so I like to make sure that I am never late to throw the laundered clothes into the dryer. I am six minutes early. So I sit down in the warm, quiet room. I am by myself . This has not happened in several weeks. I don’t even have the deterrent of a phone. I breathe deeply. My mind wanders to my “to do” list. The family room with the coffered ceiling is ready to be painted.
It has taken a week to get to this point.
I’m not at my best right now and the prep work has been intense. You forget that there are various levels of dirty people are comfortable living with.
Earlier this week I instagrammed my discovery of 30 year old dirt on top of the bookcase built ins. I also found someone’s missing sock.
I wish I was further passed this point. I keep thinking “College starts again for me on October 19th.” I also now know, that for me, there is a point to which I have tired living in a hotel. I am sure this is compounded by the fact that Franz the dachshund is a bit bewildered and scared and has taken to barking out his fears at 1, 3 and 5 in the morning. It’s hard to transform a house and still be the wife/mom and serve hot meals and provide clean laundry.
Laundry. Three minutes left until I can transfer our clothes to the dryer.
My mind wanders again. I think about how I am living in the bible belt and yet no one has invited our family to their church.
Then I smile because I know my two good friends living just an hour away will read this and now make a point to invite us to church.
I guess I was just hoping for a neighbor to show up on my door with cookies and an invitation.
Then I decide to be grateful to our neighbor who earlier today saw Sweet Boy trying to clean a million oak leaves off of our driveway with a beaten down old broom and loaned him his rake.
Glass half full.
So yes, tomorrow I will be painting a ceiling instead of sitting in a church pew.
I am going to sing praise music and imagine that I am creating a modern version of the Sistine Chapel. Will God smile upon me?
Surely He will have to when He spies the jumpsuit I found to keep my clothes paint splatter free.
Praising Him everywhere,
“All God's creatures, bless the LORD! Everywhere, throughout his kingdom, let my whole being bless the LORD!” ~ Psalm 103:22
“But thanks be to God, who in the Messiah constantly leads us in a triumphal procession and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of what it means to know Him!” ~ 2 Corinthians 2:14
“ Sing to Him, sing praise to Him; tell of all His wonderful acts.” ~ 1 Chronicles 16:9