While he was cooking the spaghetti, I did a few odd jobs around the house and had to clean up a candleholder that I broke. I was really upset about it...I mean to the degree that I had to go to my room for a while and just cool off. I know that sounds crazy but sometimes I wonder how many more "special things" I'll have to say goodbye to. What means the most to me are special things from others, not things I acquire myself. I'm sentimental in case anyone hasn't figured it out. It's not so much "what" I have in life, it's "who" gave it to me. This candleholder was from Sis. Tanner. It really meant something to me. I was mad at myself for breaking it while I was cleaning. Oh well, it's gone and what's done is done.
It looks like this coming week after working, I am set to have my day off with no hindrances unless there's an emergency. I love it when I see a free and clear Friday coming. There's nothing like it. I know that I can abandon myself to working hard knowing that the day of rest and refreshing is coming.
I'm looking forward to a GREAT DAY in God's house tomorrow. He is going to do awesome things - I just know it! How blessed we are to serve Him ~ and His people.
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Oh, my goodness! I feel the same way about my husband's mashed potatoes...His are always so much better than mine, lol! That's an interesting theory...
I, too, am inconsolable when I break something that means a lot to me. Seriously...my husband has learned to just give me space and let me calm down before I break more stuff ;o).