This is personal and, truth be told, that is how individuals live their lives. As the saying goes, “I finally got it all together and forgot where I put it!” Easter Monday was heights to depths, catch your breath for me. You’ve had such a time. All in the car for a perfect famiily vacation and the thought keeps niggling the back of your mind, “Did I really turn off the stove when I cleaned the kitchen?” You finish the last statement in a time consuming office report, hit the wrong key and the computer freezes.
From our last week contact, you know I really love Easter on many levels. The week builds emotionally and spiritually to a glorious worship service and a family gathering. The group to eat has shrunk from lunch for 30, yet it is still my responsibility to make rolls and a so yummy dessert. Who knows how long strength and eyesight will allow me to keep my place in the program? Check,check,check and all from special music to joyous conversation around the table made the day just right.
I had a list for Monday of reclaiming routine that anchors my life, and it didn’t happen. First I slept late. I, who am always a lark, felt pushed to get breakfast out of the way and make two business calls that had been put on hold already. Both businesses had a pleasant robot who asked me several times what I wanted to do before offering to get someone to help me. That person also said I was important, but would have to wait my turn. Then the doorbell rang for two of the water department’s finest. Last week the occupants at the end of the block covered the manhole of the water main in the easement with a flower bed and they had to check each house of the block for unobstructed flow. At 3:30 power went out along with the possibility of rain. A son came in time to be eyes to match prices and meds that needed sorting. After opening every drawer and cabinet door I discovered the book with needed information to complete the day.
About 7:00 p.m. I sat down twelve hours late and laid out what I had done instead of asking for guidance about what to do. The dust settled, At LSU I went to the small University Baptist Church. My education philosophy professor stood each Sunday at the front of the center aisle and proclaimed Psalm 113:3 to begin the service. Help that I needed is available each and every day, and, just so you know, Tuesday was better.
From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same, the Lord’s name is to be praised.
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