Back in the Dishwater
You never know what someone’s life is really like until you live a day with them. So, here you go. Think of this post as a page from a photo album of my everyday life…at least the first few minutes of my day.
5:00 a.m. My alarm goes off. (Hubby’s has chimed in and been snoozed several times since about 4:30.) Usually I snooze it a couple of times, especially if I have packed the main part of tomorrow’s lunch the night before.
5:10 a.m. “Ugh. God, give me strength.”
I throw back the covers and crawl out of our waterbed, reaching for my phone (I usually let it continue to alarm every 5 minutes, because I have no internal sense of time passed.) and my glasses, though I will not have my eyes open enough for lenses to be of any value for several minutes. I shuffle to where my on-his-way-to-being-awake husband is and verify each of our existences with a kiss on the head.
“Okay, God. Show me what to put in the lunch bag…Oh, yeah…Thanks for reminding me.”
5:15 a.m. I am washing out the blender container to make his breakfast shake. I should have done this yesterday. You’d think I would learn.
“God, please help me to get these dishes done today!”
The cat comes into the kitchen with a loud request to be let out. We do have a dog door, which she sometimes uses to come in, but for some reason she wants out at the front door in the morning. Irritation rises.
“Seriously, cat? You can’t figure out how to use the dog door to get out in the morning?”
5:20 a.m. In the middle of peeling a carrot, because the leftovers from last night are devoid of vegetables for the husband’s lunch, the handle of the front door is forcefully and suddenly pulled down and released. The cat now wants in. She pads off down the hall to where her food dish is.
5:22 a.m. The cat is back in the kitchen doorway yowling for food…or for me to be present at her meal…(Don’t ask. I don’t know…) I growl at the fuzzy thing.
“In a minute, Cat! I am feeding the master first. Patience! People before critters.
Is this how you feel, God, when we ask for things NOW we know we can count on You to provide in Your good time? Or when we ask for things out of order with your priorities?”
5:27 a.m. Having finished his breakfast shake, the hub comes into the kitchen for his morning meds, to grab his lunch bag and for his morning hug. (He says it’s the most important thing he gets in the morning.) We wrap our arms around each other and pray (him for me, me for him) blessings according to what we anticipate our days will hold.
A kiss and he’s out the door.
“The Lord be with you,” one of us will say.
“And with you,” comes the reply.
Now…time for coffee and my quiet time with Jesus.
And so it begins…or continues.. following Jesus every day in the everyday.
More next week…
Christi
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