So…it is raining at home (not particularly heavily, just a constant fall of water from the sky) and we three are a bit under the weather. Naturally, E and I chose not to go for our usual walk, using the rain as our ‘get-out-of-exercise-free’ card. However, it occurs to me that this is probably bright spring weather in the UK, and, over there, people will think we are nuts for choosing to curtail our outdoors lifestyle on such a gorgeous day.
I am sitting at the computer sipping honey-and-lemon in hot water with just a sliver of ginger in it, and wondering whether a lemsip would have been a better idea.
There is washing to fold, boxes to be filled and Don Carson’s reflections on the Sermon on the Mount to read. What I really feel like doing is sleeping, followed closely by re-watching another episode of The West Wing or starting Mervyn Peake’s Gormenghast trilogy (which has defeated me in the past, but I am determined to mine for the gold that I’m sure is there, somewhere).
At the same time E is sitting on the floor in his second pair of leggings for the day, banging his beloved wooden spoon on the floor boards and chugging water from his cup. He would really like to be outside on the grass, staring down Miss Chook and throwing mud at the plovers. He has been a cross little critter the last few days: a combination of a foul cold and some impending teeth. He can, however, still conjure up a smile at bathtime, or when we’re eating something he thinks he would like to try too. Last night we finally wised up and administered some Dymadon and the effects were extraordinary: our grizzling, cross little boy began cooing and smiling for about an hour and a half before bedtime – butter wouldn’t have melted in his mouth and it was as though he’d been perfect all day. He was lovely and we were loving it.
Today is a day that makes me want to complain because it is not the day I want it to be, but by anyone’s standards it is actually a great day in a lovely place, with family who love each other. My lack of thankfulness for God’s good gifts has been made plain to me over the last few weeks, so the list that follows is an exercise in recognising and appreciating the good things I have been taking for granted:
* Friends who drop toys off for E to borrow, since ours are all packed.
* Our usual good health – always taken for granted – but missed in the middle of a miserable cold.
* The big adventure we are embarking on!
* Having a verandah big enough for E to run around on while it rains.
* Jesus’ death on the cross for my sins – a wonderful redemption.
* A husband who changes nappies and whose patience begins when mine is running out.
* A little boy whose great delight is snuggling on my lap.
* Woolworths’ location 2 minutes away – fantastic today when the ingredients for chicken soup were not in the pantry.
* Friends who are available for a ‘sanity chat’ for those times when it is all a bit ‘whelming.
* Family who visit, hang out and help out – so thankful!
No pictures today – just imagine green fields, gray skies and mist swirling through the treetops to a soundtrack of rain – you get the idea!