Weekend wrap up

If you have not seen my blog post from Friday, please do so before continuing. 

Last night, I made a conscious decision to charge the camera battery.  The blog is looking pathetic without any pictures.  And you will not believe how much Little and Blue have grown. 

This weekend, I did a lot of trial runs to see how things will work when I am a full-time mommy.

Every year, we have a garden.  Little has always enjoyed it so.  Saturday we made our annual adventure to the co-op to purchase plants.  Unfortunately, they did not have the type of tomato or squash plants we were looking for.  However, we were able to purchase corn, watermelon, zucchini, cucumber, and bell pepper plants and seeds. 

I was so bogged down with Blue that Little got to carry her very own basket of plants.  While waiting in the check-out line, she begins to belt out, rather loudly, a song that I made up to coax her into leaning her head back in the bath.  She never ceases to amaze me. 

After checking out, the sweet young fellow behind the counter insisted on helping me to the car.  I resisted at first, but then I realized there was no way for me make it to the car in one trip with all the plants and seeds and both kids.  The luxuries of living in a small town.

Then we made a quick trip to a local boutique where I found Blue some shoes on sale.  We also went by the cleaners, and I will now be using the drive through.  Until Saturday, I had wondered why on earth the cleaners needed a drive through.  The cleaners do not need a drive through, the mommies that use the cleaners need a drive through.  Cue the light bulb over my head. 

I wonder if the co-op will ever get a drive through.

Some how, we all survived.  Everyone that left home with me made it back.  I'm thinking it was a success.

Sunday, after service, we went to visit my grandparents.  Baboo spread out a quilt in her back yard under a shade tree.  Blue had the best time laying there.  Any time the wind blew the leaves, he would kick with excitement.  Little ran through their back yard barefoot and managed to find the only stitch of mud in their yard.

But I had a revelation.  As I sat on the quilt with Blue watching Little run through the yard, picking flowers and looking for squirrels and birds, it hit me.  This is what God intended for His Sabbath day.  Rest.  It shouldn't be about rushing around trying to get things ready for the week ahead. 

Now, I am fully aware that I can still rest on Sundays and work during the week.  I could just plan ahead.  I could do all the laundry and cleaning on Saturday.  I could pack their bags on Saturday. 

But if that is what you were thinking, you have the wrong idea of rest. 

I did laundry yesterday.  I put out ant poison in the yard.  I cooked.  I cooked ahead for tonight. 

But yesterday, I rested.  I did not take a nap, but I rested.  I did not lay around all day, but I rested. 

Although, I am sure that God intended for physical rest, but for me, I'm thinking that He also meant to some extent of spiritual rest.  Emotional rest.  Rest from when I stopped trying to tell God how my life should be.

And He showed me rest.