I was preparing dinner and awaiting for my family to arrive home from soccer practice and a football game. An amazing feeling of warmth and love washed over my body at precisely 8:30pm and I was consumed with so much love and gratitude that it brought me to weep. I could not explain where these feelings had come from nor have I ever experienced a complete consumption of such emotion before. It gave me some trepidation. I began to worry and be fearful. I was peacefully happy but questioned such a strong sense of emotion. From once basking in complete bliss of being a happy homemaker I then realized my entire family was away from me. Perhaps they were in danger or an accident. I began to panic slightly. But, instead of calling, I pushed those thoughts aside. I am the type who pushes off or avoids unhappy news. I figure if woe is going to happen then it's going to work its way finding me. I won't seek it.
I found joy in preparing dinner for them. Something that I do every night but there was a feeling of pride and up liftment. I can't explain these feelings. Our freezer and fridge was looking a bit sparse. I had done grocery shopping two weeks ago and we were left with some chicken and a TON OF PRODUCE. What am I going to cook? I opened the fridge and went to dumping everything that I thought would go together and made a really good meal. The funny thing is some of my best meals come when we are trying to just strictly cook from our pantry or fridge. MAKE DO WITH WHAT YOU GOT!
SEARS REPAIRMAN?
I found joy in going to the dryer and seeing clothes waiting to be folded and joy in the wave of Downy fresh that so warmly greeted me as I opened the dryer door. It made me smile. It made me draw in a deep long breath. I was grateful for electricity and grateful that my dryer worked because I remember when it didn't.
I felt joy when I opened the washer and saw yet another load begging to be put in the dryer.
I felt joy with each item of clothes that I folded. Granted I love to do laundry anyway.
I was propelled to get everything perfect. To have dinner done. The house ready for their presence. I wanted things ready for them so that they too could share in my joy in being back at home.
I have been ever so grateful to Mr. Incredible for taking over soccer practice. Warrior will drop Dash off to practice and stay with him and I can drop Sweetheart off to practice and Mr. Incredible will go. I can return back home and I take this extra time to prepare dinner, clean, blog or do whatever it is I please.
They feel like stolen moments in time. Time when normally, I would be on the field but was at home fluffing my nest. I like doing for my family.
My life is so far from perfect. I have ups and downs. I am not a perfect mother, wife, friend, member or woman. I know my flaws all too well. But, my life is good, My life is wonderful and I am so happy to be me and to have the family I have and the struggles that I have. I am happy for the thorns that come my way because they are mine and they are what make us GREAT! It's weathering the storms.
Others may have a nicer home, a newer car, be skinnier, have better skin, more money, grown children, young children but I'm okay with whatever Heavenly Father decides and the choices and consequences that I make brings me to.
I choose not to want. I choose contentment. I choose simplicity and I choose security. Choose ye this day what it is that brings true happiness to your soul and seek after it.
