But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.
I Corinthians 13:13
Monday, October 13, 2008
We had such a great Sunday.
After church, we went to the library, selected some books and DVD's for the kids to enjoy over Fall Break, went to the store for supplies for pumpkin bread and Robin's pumpkin chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. (See YUM under Ramblings of Robin) Oh, and of course a Frappacino for Maddy (don't get me started-Thank you Aunt Saysa!)
We settled in for a cozy afternoon of baking, watching movies and wearing sweats. We all love these family days.
We were interrupted by the doorbell. We thought that it was Maga with the rolled oated-minor detail at the store, I forgot the list. Anyway, Paul got up to get the door while I contained the attack dog.
If we are ever robbed, Koda will bark the robber to death. And I assure you, the robber will run away to maintain sanity!
It wasn't Maga. It was a political activist seeking support for the party I oppose. HOW BAD DID I WISH I OPENED THE DOOR.
Paul very calmly informed them that he would be "speaking his voice when he cast his vote in November." She asked him which way he was voting. He calmly replied he was undecided.
WHATEVER-he did not want to address or to create conflict.
Me-I had a million questions I wanted answered-but trying to display respect for my husband and not take over the conversation-I stood silent trying to calm Koda.
After the the activist handed Paul her material, believing that an over-sized postcards with half information pointing only to what they want to tickle your ears with would change our minds Paul thanked her for stopping, told her to stay warm, and shut the door.
I went on a rambling for 10 minutes about the issues, politics and how lucky that girl was that Daddy answered the door.
Hunter asked, "Why was she lucky, Daddy?"
Paul calmly replied, "Well, Mommy is my zesty Italian. She likes to make sure everybody knows both sides of the issues."
Wow! This year year has been a whirlwind to say the least. I am shocked we are near the half way point in February. Part of me wants to dance. If the start of the year is any indication of how it is going to go, I am happy it's flying by. I will usher in 2009 with bells and whistles.
Yet, I am humbly reminded that every day is a gift, and I need to walk in the Light. I need to let Him guide me through each day. I need to listen to His still, quiet voice...Yeah I know for me that's a stretch. I'm never still long enough to catch my breath.
As I write this, our dear neighbor of ten years is fighting stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am awed by the faith she has in God. I am humbled by the fight she has within her to beat the demon we know as cancer. Hunter, in his six year old wisdom said to me, "Mommy, why are you sad? We are just going to pray and Jesus is going to make her better." The faith of a child and the living testimony of one who is dwelling in God's amazing grace reminds me to walk daily in the His unfailing light.
I treasure Jesus, love my family, like getting things checked off my list, and look forward to warm vacations and home projects. Shopping with Maddy, playing the Wii with Hunter, and hot tubbing with Paul are among my favorite things to do. My favorite movies include the Ocean's 11 trilogy, Chicago, and The Princess Bride. I could listen to country music all day. But there's nothing like the house open on a summer day and Van Morrison in the background.