Thank goodness it's cloudy today. I can start the day slowly with a good book on the deck, while listening to the mourning doves croon. "For the Love" by Jen Hatmaker will make me laugh as I nurse my very-busy-weekend hangover while ignoring the piles of stuff all around my home that need to be dealt with.
The sink and counter full of dirty dishes is a testament that I need some Grace...
Because 75 degree days in April, in Minnesota, are better spent washing windows and screens, and enjoying young adult conversations around the fire.
And I'm much happier that I raked the leaves off my gardens, so the new life of the season can sprout up in the sunshine.
I'll try to forget the passerby that asked if we were getting ready for a garage sale, because there's so many chairs scattered in my lawn that need a wash before the pretty cushions get put back on for the season. Or the many pieces of free teak furniture pieces that need sanding and teaking...
Because this afternoon I will start attacking the pile of newly acquired junk waiting in my driveway, that unfortunately is not hidden at all by the not-yet-leafed-out trees.
And I will be content in the fact that my weekend was filled with college laundry, choir concerts and plays, with all three of my kiddos home.
As I listen to the tinkling water of my fountain and read about "fighting for grace in a world of impossible standards", I will be reminded that "Family years go by fast but they matter for a lifetime". The stuff and work of life will always be there, but creating moments and memories...that's what giving grace to myself and others is all about.
Thank goodness for Mondays. (Sigh)