“Fill your mind with the meaningless stimuli of a world preoccupied with meaningless things, and it will not be easy to feel peace in your heart.”~Marianne Williamson
I have given up on the house cleaning until sometime in January…I mean, what is the point, I ask you?
My life is too insane to be able to think about it. I have not finished half of my Christmas shopping. I have been busy with school stuff this week for the kids. Kickball playoffs today for Emma. Had a pow-wow with a couple of Jacob’s teachers, which was barely even semi-productive (but I did not cry!). Teacher gifts…always a challenge. Last minute school projects. Will be tied up all day Friday as an “immigration inspector” (volunteer) at “Ellis Island” (Emma’s school). Lydia Lansky (aka Emma) will be trying to immigrate to America with her tiny bundle of Russian belongings…and her tuberculosis. Yikes! It should be fun, but it will be an all day affair. Oh, and I haven’t even begun to get those very cool snapfish Christmas cards in the mail. Forget baking. I purchased the pre-baked box of gingerbread people for the kids to decorate. Call me lazy…or just call me too crazy to do anything else! Oh, and tomorrow morning Hubby will probably ask me, “Sweetie, do I have any clean underwear?” And I will say, “Probably not…can’t you just turn that pair inside out or something?” It would be accurate to say that no laundry has been happening around here this week.
I could fill up the page with everything that needs doing.
But, in the midst of it all, I have a strange sense of calm. Not strange, really…I know that it has to be God. Stuff will get done. It really will, and what doesn’t get done…well, it just doesn’t get done. And the world won’t come crashing down around me. It will really be okay.
Two more days till school is out for Christmas break.
No pressure. No homework. Just family. And friends. And Jesus’ birthday.
<insert relaxing sigh here>
It’s all good.