The first day of what I call back to normal is coming to a close as the sun hides behind a rather gray-looking cloud. The oldest rocks his way through whatever game or techno news that's keeping his attention locked on his laptop; the middle is jamming (softly) to his favorite tunes while he bounces back and forth between facebook and his game of choice; and the youngest is behind a closed bedroom door deep in a book that she just started last night. Supper was enjoyed and appreciated and totally consumed by a full table and dishes have been washed, dried, and put away (and not by me!). The husband is on the lawn mower, the dryer is fluffing some towels, and coffee is next on my list. Yep. Things are pretty much back to normal.
Except things are far from normal. We had yet another job loss in our family last week and considering the fact that my husband has been the one with the job... well, it doesn't take a genius to figure that one out. God is good, though. A strange peace has pretty much enveloped us since last Wednesday with only a few scattered moments of panic sprinkled in-between. Bills are paid, the cupboards are full, and work has been provided for now. It's anybody's guess what the next few months will bring. I'm predicting September will be an interesting month, but I've been off track before. One thing is for certain, the Lord has a way of always reminding me that's He's the one in charge.
Life goes on. My youngest niece is expecting her first baby to make her arrival within the next twenty-four hours. That will make grandbaby number two for my brother and most likely a lifelong friend for Baby Lily, not to mention a good reason for me to bake cookies tomorrow. It's a strange thing to watch a family grow and transform and begin an entirely new generation. I remember holding these girls when they were babies... the fact that they are now the ones having babies is just crazy. No wonder my grandma's prayer list was so long. Each time a baby was born she would have to add a name to her nightly prayer. Trust me. I witnessed it once before. No one was left out.
Yep. Life goes on. I hear the mower out front trying to beat the rain. My youngest just breezed out her of her room and gave me a passing grin complete with a wrinkled nose. The middle's music just got a little bit louder and the oldest just shot me a smile while plugging in his headphones. I don't know what September might bring, but for now all is right with the world. It's time to go fold the towels and make that cup of coffee.
Tomorrow will be here soon enough.
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If you were in the KC area, I would recommend the place Cliff retired from to your husband. It's factory work, but pays well. Trouble is, the only way to get on there is to start as a low-paid temp worker.
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