I know sometimes I post real-time raw stuff, but tonight I’m just too wiped. How about a recap of the weekend sans the sordid details?
Friday night we took the girls to watch Chipwrecked at the cheap theater with a big group of kiddos (and some awesome adults) from our church. We had two free hours and made the most of them. Then Livi and Ava spent the night with a friend, Nina and I snuggled on the couch with popcorn and watched Enchanted, and Gabe went to bed.
Saturday, Liv & Ave & their friend came home around 11:30 and hung out for a couple hours. Then my parents (who we hadn’t seen since the day we got back from Cambodia) came to whisk our kiddos away for dinner out and treated Gabe and me to our own dinner. Awe-some-ness. We ran a couple errands, bought Gabe a heartrate monitor, came home, played games and chatted, then Mom and Dad headed home.
Doesn’t this all sound so delightful? It was.
This morning (Sunday) we woke up, Ava felt sick, so Gabe was going to stay home with her. I got out of the shower, walked into the hall, and immediately smelled gas. (And not the human kind which has been rampant all weekend.) We called the gas company. They told us to evacuate. The guy came, found a small leak in our furnace, turned it off, and we’ll get it fixed tomorrow.
By that time, it was too late to go to church.
So we had a family meeting.
It ended in tears. My tears. Long story short: we came home from Cambodia with what felt like a purpose. We haven’t shared it with a lot of folks, but it was exciting. Once the jet lag/reverse culture shock was over, we were going to charge full speed ahead to what was next.
Except instead of paying off debt, we’ve added to it. Instead of Gabe getting all better, he’s suffering from a whole new set of issues. Instead of having a clear goal to work toward, we have a big, open space of who-knows.
And it’s killing me.
And I’ve got a pretty good idea that God has taken me out of every last stinking bit of my comfort zone, so that I could rely fully on him. (I’m speaking at a high school girls’ retreat this weekend for crying out loud. How out of my comfort zone can I get? Scared out of my mind. Not only am I completely uncool, I’m a complete and total mess right now.)
So after the family meeting, I sobbed upstairs into my pillow, prayed my head off, and God changed my attitude. Got up, hugged my family, made lunch, decided to take a nap.
And then everything hit the fan. And that’s the part I might tell later.
Asked forgiveness for my rage fest, and all is well. Gabe worked on formatting my new e-book. The girls are in bed. I’m picking up my aunt at the airport in an hour, and there is a warm, clean place for her to sleep.
The 7 Read-a-Long has been really fun (and inspiring) so far. Join us tomorrow for our discussion on Chapter 1.
And I’m going to embrace a really-important, less-doing-more-being, right-now purpose: spending time with Jesus and loving on my family.
That’s all. Hope you have a really, really good week.