First -- Matt's funeral? Most beautiful and holy experience I have witnessed. So thankful we were able to make it.
My ladies class at church is studying the life of David. We had just, the week before, read 2 Samuel 12:19,20:
"David noticed that his servants were whispering among themselves and he realized the child was dead. “Is the child dead?” he asked. “Yes,” they replied, “he is dead.” Then David got up from the ground. After he had washed, put on lotions and changed his clothes, he went into the house of the Lord and worshiped."
None of us could imagine worshiping the Lord after losing a child -- until I witnessed Matt's parents doing that very thing. Beautiful. Holy. Sacred.
So.
We came back into town JUST in time for Ashley's appointment -- to get her driver's license! Yay! And for Riley to turn in his science fair project! ENORMOUS yay! Then there were mandatory meetings for a class Ashley is taking, orthodontist appointment, vet appointment, a band concert, groceries? You want groceries? Then Friday afternoon and ALLLLLLLLLLLL day Saturday I had a volunteer obligation as band parent. I was coordinating something for the Solo/ Ensemble contest that was being held at the high school campus. In short, Saturday was the longest day of my life and I spent most of it fantasizing about my Sunday afternoon nap.
And for some reason I signed up to give blood Monday afternoon. I knew I would be tired last night, but all day today it's pretty much been all I could do to walk across the room. Which is unfortunate, because I had grand plans to whip this house into shape after being ignored after all the comings and goings last week (I had a hair appointment yesterday morning and was gone all day).
Through the mayhem of the time, my kids continue to be an affirmation that I have a blessed life. Not a perfect life, but immensely blessed.
Miss being here among you. On my way back. Pinky promise.
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Oh. . .I got a BOX in which to write a comment. I am holdin' out hope that it will work. . .So glad you are home and that all the many celebratory events have happened and are now done so you can rest.
My favorite part of that story about David and Bathsheba's fist born is when he says, "He will not return to me, but I will go to him." And THAT, my friend, well--there's your Hope. Love you.
Thanks, Lindy! Look forward to being back!
Look at you! All comment-y and stuff! Yes, David got it. There was hope in all. so clever, that David.
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