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What I want to do this weekend. . .

As I climb homeward up my little mountain,
I want the world to fall away
just for a little while
just for a few days

And I want to fling open the doors of my home, this cottage
and well-being spill outward to cover me
His kind of well-being:
good cheer, coziness,
exhilaration, repose,
sufficiency, in-side my soul warmth
I want to soak in it, like a long, warm bath
in an over-large tub
I form light and create darkness,
    I make well-being and create calamity,
    I am the Lord, who does all these things” (Isaiah 45: 7)

I want my home,
my shabby chic cottage,
yes, I like to think of my home
as a cottage, or maybe the Pumpkin House
with its orange brick,
but I want home, whatever I call it
to welcome with the following
to-do list:

Do slip into comfy clothes and flip-flops
I did that after I took my son to get his allergy shots and grocery shopping for the weekend after work. I have a basket of flip-flops by my back door! Lavender, pink, blue, black – flip-flop living in color
Do pull out the scissors
to trim garden zinnias
into everywhere bouquets
I was so tempted to just sit down, but my list convinced me I would be disappointed – so I pulled out my scissors, lopped off bunches of zinnias and made a jar, a vase, a glass and 3 mini pottery cups of zinnias. I know life sometimes happens to detour my plans. I’m glad I did it then because lots of life happened on Saturday, like a snowball gaining momentum.
Do sip on sweet tea and ice
watch the backyard antics of birds
and listen
listen to the laughter and shrieks
of the boys
and their neighborhood friends
I made a frozen frappe with a store mix, grabbed my book, my knitting and my computer. There was the laughing and later I wondered what I was thinking about wanting the shrieking but that just made me enjoy it more – my list reminded me how much I really do enjoy the boys joy though the hoola-baloo noise wears thin – it’s what it symbolizes – boy joy – that makes it so worth it!</strong

Do curl up with a book,
and 30 minutes later knit a few rows
Reading yes – visited blog friends, read a few chapters but no knitting yet. The weekend isn’t done yet!

Do listen for Him to call your name, His special name for you
I need to slow the busy-ness so I can listen better. My husband changed my breaks, fixed my auto air-conditioning while I cooked and froze some of the Farmer’s Market corn, prepared dinner for a bunch of boys who decided not to really eat and cleaned gum out of the dryer that, ahem, my sweet soldier son accidently left in when he washed his fatigues. Blue gum is just not cool in the dryer! I think I need some listening time

“I call you by your name,
     I name you, though you do not know me” (Isaiah 45: 4)
I thought about what He has named me. How I cannot wait to hear that name – to learn what it means, how He sees me, knowing that it will be more perfect than I can ever imagine.<strong

Do take an evening walk with your sweet-heart
and rise early
for your Farmer’s Market date
gathering chard for dinner
and tomatoes for canning
and sweet onions for taste and smell
The Farmer’s Market didn’t have onions – Sniff! But there is chard in my fridge and tomatoes ready for canning. My Farmer’s Market date happened in a summer rain! We grabbed breakfast at Chick-Filet and I thought we should have a kiss-in, my husband and I – but I thought the teens working would just go, “EEEEEwwwwwww” No evening walk yet – it’s been raining.</strong

Do visit the blueberry patch
because come January you will be disappointed
if you don’t
The rain held off my blueberry picking on the weekend but I called a friend to go with me after work. We drove to where the pavement ends, God’s amazing, untouched country begins to the Blueberry patch – only to find it was closed for the summer due to drought, intense heat and frost. The hidden blessing at Hidden Springs Farm was just being able to hang out with a friend and catch up!

Do go on a mother-son outing. . .
because he needs it and so do you
I was tired. I wanted to call it a day on Saturday – but we had our shopping date. He got what he needed, giving me a hearty thank you. Sometimes what each son figures he needs to reach a comfort level, like 3 pairs of shorts, solves all the little foxes kind of thing, freeing them to focus on the big things

Do write but don’t fret if it doesn’t come together – He will tell you  what to add, what to leave out, how to finish up.
It is His after all.
Feeling ready to revise-tackle of a draft called, “The Mother-in-Law Chronicles” – a series on sons, mother-in-laws and the daughter-in-laws in biblical history – hope you will come by for it starting August 13.

“I am the Lord, and there is no other,
    besides me there is no God;
     I equip you, though you do not know me,
that people may know, from the rising of the sun
    and from the west, that there is none besides me;
    I am the Lord, and there is no other” (Isaiah 45:5-6)
That He not only has a name for me but He equips me – that just wows me. He has provided everything I need for every challenge – my equipment backpack may have different things in it than yours – but He has not forgotten anything for this journey I am on. It makes me want to take a peek – and see what’s in there – but I’ve figured it is a reveal-as-you-grow basis.

Do dress as your shabby chic self when you renew your wedding vows Sunday, in front of all those sons, repeating vows taken 29 years ago, reaffirming as we enter a new place in our journey, full of surprises, new beginnings – recognizing that there has been no more perfect time to renew those vows than as we launch into so much new, as so many prayers show the beginnings of their answers. Lavender and blue jeans – or blue skirt and ruffles – dress for the joy of it!

Dressed in a teal blue skirt, a birthday gift from my aunt, wore matching earrings I wore at my oldest son’s rehearsal dinner, a blue hydrangea bougquet, tricked out feet in shoes I bought at the beach a few years ago – something old, something new, nothing borrowed, lots of blue, teal blue that is. Pink toe-nails with heart-art was the fashion icing on the ensemble. It never ceases to amaze me how something like that can make a difference – but it does.

All my boys were there. I told my husband I was more nervous than when we got married – nervous the boys would burst into a wrestling match behind us.

I think we knew more about what those vows meant today. I thought that if we’d known of the challenges – not so much the individual hugeness but the cumulative hugeness – if we’d have set forth on our marriage journey with such joyful hope and can-do-ness. Maybe it is a good thing, for youth sometimes to think they are invincible, know everything – because it gets them out of the gate and on that journey path.

I teared up – I’m not allowed to tell you, ahem, if my husband teared up – but, this love 29 years later, is an enduring love that continues to unfold, revealing all sorts of sweet surprises. Pledging faithfulness – and knowing that it is true, that is special, too!

Do celebrate the marriage that flourishes within the pumpkin house or the shabby chic house – celebrate the blessings that have grown, those blessings with legs and those blessings tangible and intangible. Celebrate God’s enduring love that makes love true.

Do read all the love letters the Father leaves you this weekend – He will provide so many opportunities to do so!

Shower, O heavens, from above,
    and let the clouds rain down righteousness;
let the earth open, that salvation and righteousness may bear fruit;
    let the earth cause them both to sprout;
    I the Lord have created it” (Isaiah 45: 8)

Let this to-do list bear fruit in big and little things – and in the moments of to-doing – I pray there are seed planting moments of salvation and righteousness, moments sprouting things of Him that are more than just doing at-home living things – and, oh, how I want some at home living things just like this for the next few days.

 

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