A Quiet Fourth

…Well, not as quiet as I would like. It is naptime, but the older four are playing Settlers of Catan with Luke, and being louder than I would like. Oh, well. It is a holiday. And, I should probably get the littles up soon, anyway, because they have not been going to bed very well lately and a shorter nap could help.

This morning when Luke got up, he offered to go to Wal-Mart and get a griddle. We have a tradition where we eat colored pancakes on Fourth of July morning, and our griddle wasn’t reliably working. So off to the store he went, for pancake mix and goof-off and painter’s tape. We are working on painting the trim in our front rooms while he is off work this week. He was saying to the kids this afternoon, “Look, this is the best way to take care of dirt; you just paint right over it!”

So, we had colored pancakes, eggs, and bacon for breakfast. Even with his trip to Walmart we sat down to table by 9:00. Not too shabby. Breakfast always comes together quickly, thankfully. He said the bacon he brought home was the only they had available; the coolers weren’t working and they couldn’t sell the food that was in them. Wow! What a loss, especially over the Fourth! I guess Wal-Mart encounters a problem like this every day, somewhere, since they are so big. A mom and pop shop could go under if something like that happened.

We didn’t get to see fireworks last year; I forget why not, but it probably had to do with little children’s bedtimes and me being too tired. This year, I wanted to go, but the same factors apply this year as last. Luke noticed where there will be some fireworks tomorrow night at a lake nearby, at 9:00. That is an hour earlier than the show in Ontario tonight. Plus, we can go to the park beforehand and roast hot dogs and the boys can fish. I hope the weather cooperates.

This leaves today totally open for rest and relaxation. I am getting a lot of things done, though- ground cornmeal and wheat flour in my mill, two loads of dishes, four loads of laundry (so far), planned my meals and grocery list for next week, and started a new book my sister recommended called Stepping Heavenward. Not knowing anything about it, I am still in that breath-holding stage as I read. Thus far, her neighbor’s young son has died, then her father died, leaving them to move into a smaller house and cut back on expenses. How much worse is it going to get before it gets better? I like what the author is sharing about loving God, and how best to do that is to obey Him. It is that simple, but it seems daily I battle my feelings and conclude I am not any better of a person than I was yesterday because I do not feel like being nice or working hard or even getting out of bed. This morning I woke up at 4:30, then was able to go back to sleep, but knew I should get up in another hour to have my quiet time, so it didn’t feel all that nice to have to wake up in another hour. I call this ‘quiet time’ because it is the only time I can have a quiet house; if I sleep in, my chances of having it later in the day are slim to none. But I remind myself of a few things- I don’t have to feel like doing this. I just have to obey. And the rewards are felt, all day long, knowing I put Him first and have something fresh from Him to ponder all day. I heard a speaker put it plainly: “You don’t hem and haw about brushing your teeth. At some point you decided you would do it daily, at least, and now you do it. That discipline is much like the discipline of daily Bible reading and prayer.” I think of this every time I go through my routine of brush, floss, and swish. Gingivitis of the soul should scare me even more.

One Reply to “A Quiet Fourth”

  1. I hope you can make it through the book. I will warn you though, there are a lot more deaths as the book goes on. But it’s so good overall!

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