Missing My Dad

I just started reading The Shack this week. When I think about "the great sadness" talked about in the book, I identify with losing my dad. He had to die a senseless death that wasn't fair. He had multiple sclerosis and the muscles of his tongue were the final straw of his life because he didn't want to be kept alive by tubes. Each time I look at my son I am amazed at how much I see of my dad in him. Mostly in appearance and not personality...he has a certain twinkle that sparks a tear each time as I remember my dad's gleam. How I wish that my son could know his grandpa George. I am comforted only in the fact that perhaps Grandpa George is able to get to know Carson from heaven's vantage point. While I don't know this for truth, I know at least he will one day get to meet the grandson he never got to meet.

The Wonder of the Bubble Bath

Okay, so today was a bitterly cold -15 with wind chill of -40. My husband and daughter left for basketball practice and it left time for me with my son. Being it was a lazy Saturday with nothing to do but laundry, cleaning, and other purposeful household duties and my boy was playing oh so peacefully...I escaped to the bathtub.

It was the most amazing 30 minutes I could have had this past week. With school district woes on my mind and lots of paperwork looming with deadlines to meet, I have become immersed in the feeling of being overwhelmed. I seem to be at this place quite frequently and it isn't pleasant to those I love, including myself.

Thinking about the last time I took the time to sit in the tub...I can't remember the last relaxing bath I had. In fact, the last memorable tub time was when I experienced hives and "had" to take an oatmeal bath to calm down my itchy uncomfortable skin. Today was extraordinary. Thank You, God! I don't stop enough to thank the One who has given me to simplest of pleasures to delight myself in.

I had a pity party week and it couldn't have corroborated more with the winter blues and dropping temps, plus the lack of daylight. Thankfully, I had some time doing my "Believing God" Beth Moore Bible study to reflect on the Godstops in my life. He is never far from me and I am so thankful for the way He has touched my life directly by encounters with others. Some are mere strangers who have given me a listening ear with no conditions placed on me. Others include my amazing husband who is not known for the man I know him to be by others, my family, and dear friends who spring up in my life like gorgeous flowers. All from a 30 minute soak in the tub!!!!!

SaturaSaturdays

I look so forward to the weekend until it gets here. Laundry, cleaning, everything I didn' t get to while working and running to and fro confront me HEAD ON. On top of that, it seems as though I just can't make myself get going in the morning and desire a leisurely cup of java to get me going. Selfish?!?! I feel very. Irresponsible? Most definitely. Stricken with guilt? WHY?!?!