Back in the Land of the Living!
I finally hit my limit with the heat and humidity around 2pm yesterday and packed the kids up and headed to my in-laws’ house to camp out, which is about 45 minutes away. We stayed there for the night. It was a nice break from the heat, but it didn’t really provide us with a better night’s sleep, seeing how I spent half the night on the floor next to the baby, trying to get her back to sleep. (I was afraid to take her in bed with me because she’s getting pretty mobile, and I was in a twin bed.)
Ironically, when we got home this morning, we had electricity. Our neighbors informed us we got it back at 8pm last night, so I could have stuck it out here at home, had I known. But all’s well that ends well, and it was nice to get a visit with the in-laws! We are extremely thankful we didn’t lose our food due to the use of our neighbors’ generator.
I have realized that without the distractions of TV and computer, I can be quite productive around the house. It has been unordinarily tidy, and one morning when the big kids were at a neighbor’s and the baby was napping, I read chapter 4 of Holiness Of God by R.C. Sproul. For the first time reading this book, I could really relate to what the author was saying. God’s holiness is both comforting and frightening, and I was encouraged and challenged by my reading of this chapter.
I think the reason I was able to really digest the reading and relate to it this time, unlike the other chapters I’ve read, is because I took the time to sit down and let what I was reading really sink in, rather than skim it quickly as I normally do, eager to get on to the next thing. I realize I need to prioritize my time better so that I can give adequate time and attention to my spiritual nourishment.
I guess that catches everyone up on our life this week.
Caroline is waiting for me to accompany her to a neighbor’s house. For some reason, she is always eager to socialize, but not willing to go alone. She reminds me of myself, incredibly social and yet always a bit hesitant to take the initiative with friends. So I’m off to be the chaperon. I guess it’s not such a bad thing. I wish I thought she will want me to chaperon her to her prom . . .