A Sunday At Home

It's another Sunday morning that we are not going to make it to church. Some weeks are just like that. Today the youngest comes back from a 3-day camping trip and it's about time. I'm about to say something that will thrill her to pieces.

The house has been way too quiet.

I mentioned to my dad yesterday that as the kids get older, it's becoming a thing of importance when all three of them are home at the same time (the evenings, anyway). The oldest has his friends and dirtbikes and junk yards, the middle has his own friends and a longboard that takes him literally all over the place, and the youngest has her ever-expanding circle of that thing called a social life. I am using the allure of the grill to get them all in one place tonight, friends and all. The husband and I need an extra body or two at the dinner table.

So no church for me today. I'm going to honor the Lord just by being a wife and a mom and providing for my household. I happen to think He'll be rather pleased.

First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
   rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
   is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She's skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
   diligent in homemaking.

~taken from Proverbs 31, The Message.