As we’ve already established, this is my comfort zone:
The only thing it’s missing is my phone which is always nearby (skin grafted to the palm of my hand).
Oh, how I was looking forward to today.
There are six of us living in our relatively small-ish 3-bedroom, 2-bath house. I love my family. I LOVE MY FAMILY. But, there are times when you crave peace, quiet, a space alone, time to clean out a closet without distractions, and a good chick flick.
Due to different schedules, vacations, and grandparents, I realized my oldest son and I were going to have roughly 36-hours at home alone.
That’s 36 hours of peace, quiet (well, he’s a guitarist with multiple amps, so maybe not so quiet), space alone, time to clean out a closet (or two), and maybe even a good chick flick.
And then the church member.
I am having trouble with my class attendance and follow up report.
I’ll investigate that for you.
Would you come to my class Sunday and help me?
No. I can’t on Sunday.
I will not be at church Sunday.
Where will you be?
On my couch. Watching a televangelist. Maybe even eating bon-bons.
“Hmmm…” She said, “bon-bons or the WORD OF GOD?”
Guilt trip, anyone?
Okay, okay, I’ll be here. Meet me in the office and we’ll go over attendance.
The guilt trip continued to the next stop until we reached our final destination.
I’ll go to her class. I’ll stay in her class and maybe even participate. I’m even staying for church.
But, truthfully, I don’t think I’d have been happy staying at home this morning.
I’m grateful to be here.