A Snow-flaky Quiet Sunday Morning

A Snow-flaky Quiet Sunday Morning at Home

I can’t say I mind the solitude of a quiet Sunday morning at home.

Even though a breaker (for our pump) went bad on our cabinet of electrical things in the garage, (the inside that I don’t think I’ve ever seen since it was put in over 18 years ago).

The quietness is comfort, even though details and dangers lurk when such things go on!

I brew a half cup of hot chocolate, my frequent companion. When I can’t sleep at night, I get up, read awhile, drink a half cup of hot chocolate (with very little actual chocolate in it, because hey, I do want to sleep when I can).

I don’t even have to wash dishes, because of the bad breaker. But gratefully, my dear hubby was able to go to town to get a breaker Sunday morning and fix it for us.

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I go back over our day yesterday, a Saturday which was quite hectic, celebrating a 3-year-old’s birthday at a place called “Hyper Kids,” made for such parties. It was noise from the start, wild fun games like throwing balls at a wall, bubbles on a dance floor, and of course, pizza for lunch (and two lovely trays of veggies and fruits, thank goodness). Women with babies on the way were following their children around, mostly enjoying the madness. I think it should have been called something other than the hyper word. That’s JUST ASKING FOR IT, FOR PETE’S SAKE! Ha.

But it was fun and a place to connect with at least two of my daughters, a few glimpses of three grandsons, who were all over the hyper place, who took off a brief 5 seconds to give hugs to grandma and grandpa. (I did get to see them at lunch!)

My highlight of that party besides celebrating with our three-year-old granddaughter? Helping my 5-month-old granddaughter stand a bit, coming up soon on 6 months, (me keeping her safe with my handholds of course) and helping her “dance” as we moved back and forth and I sat on the floor. It couldn’t have been much better. 😊

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Sunday morning I did get to watch most of our church’s service online and counted who was there at church, where I should have been. (I can wear my robe and jammies while I watch, which is ok now and then. At least in my book it is.)

In the Good Book (Bible) that I’m now working to read a chapter of every day, I’m anxious to get past all the plagues in Egypt: the blood, frogs, gnats, flies, livestock dying, boils, hail, locusts, darkness, and finally the “firstborn sons of each family dying,” and Pharoah reneging 10 times on his promises to let the Israelites leave.

Ten bad things. Ten catastrophes, the worst of course losing sons in each family. Woe and wailing all over the land.

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Here, all is well with my soul. God is with us.

Hope you are doing well too!