My weekend looked a little different this week. I was staying with my nieces for a few days, and unfortunately they were in quarantine until Monday. They are healthy, but they were quarantining to be safe. Since I was staying with them, I didn’t attend services this weekend. I read the weekly readings as I always do, but I stayed with the girls.
I had a Sunday filled with activities, and I was worried about when I would fit in my hour of prayer. Ironically enough one of the readings this week talked about being anxious with things of the world instead of being concerned with the ways of the Lord.
At the end of the day, I had crossed off almost all of the items on my to-do list with the exception of one….my hour of prayer. I was feeling very defeated. It was then that I remembered what I HAD accomplished during the day…..
When trying to run some errands on Sunday morning, I took the girls to ride along in the car with me and had a coffee date with them. (Their drinks were vanilla based , of course.)
When asked to snuggle on the couch with the girls and their guinea pig (Oliver IS a member of the family), I did and enjoyed a nap.
When my presence was requested in the living room, I stopped what I was doing and played two games of Life.
And when it was bedtime, I enjoyed a movie night while we all bundled and snuggled together.
It was then I realized I got in my hour of prayer and then some. I no longer felt defeated. I felt extremely blessed.
Enjoy the rest of your week, and see you back here on (Super Bowl) Sunday. #12❤️🖤🏈
The Forty Years 