It was a long, busy, but mostly fun day today. Greta cuddled up next to me this morning and asked if we could have a Mommy / Greta day. Ordinarily I would have let laundry, and the act of relocating a thousands different objects from room to room take precedence — because it really needed to be done. But today my recently attained life skill of enjoying the things that REALLY matter kicked in and I left it all behind. Greta and I set out to IKEA! Swedish meatballs and some lingenberry sauce sounded delicious to both of us!
Also while we were there we picked up a few things. I needed an Expedit for the basement with a few Näsums, a pair of Lendas for the kitchen and family room. We also decided to get a Gosa Pinja for Daddy, a Spöka for Gavin (one for Greta too) and a Leka for Nora. I saw a beautiful Söder, but that will have to wait for another day. (Now you have to go to ikea.com to decode everything!)
It was another nice respite, but this time with my big girl. I loved laughing and being silly with her. She has the greatest sense of humor! I hate that I’ve been so busy that I’ve barely taken the time to really, really listen to her. Gavin too. They both love randomness. I can’t wait to see what they’re going to be like when they’re older, but need to remember to enjoy them in the here and now. They’re growing up so incredibly fast.
Meanwhile, back at home the mens were holding down the fort… and baby bottles.
We did actually venture off to church this evening too! We met Nana & Papa there and they graciously whisked Nora off to the cry room (not that she was crying, but just incase) so William and I could sit out in the auditorium. Ordinarily I would have put her in the infant (or special needs) nursery as I did with the other kids, but if she were to get sick, even just a seemingly harmless little cold, it could potentially be very, very, very serious or even deadly. So we keep her with us, even just for peace of mind.
The message at church was a good one for me to hear. An analogy was made of God as a chef in a 5 star restaurant and us as the picky eaters. We want the meal, but we have all these conditions and expectations. The waiter is sent back to the kitchen with our order drastically altered from its original and intended state. “I’ll have the wood fired branzino, but I’d like that deep fried instead of wood fired… and a side of Cheez-Wiz too if you have that.” Imagine the insult to the chef!! Here is this marvelous creation that he worked on getting just right. It IS just right and our senses would be delighted if we’d even so much as bothered to accept it as it was! “WHAT,” yells the chef, “makes this person think they can do a better job back here in the kitchen!!!!???” —- Yes, I stand corrected, Lord!! Fix this as only you know how.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.