Saturday, January 13, 2007

I'm Not Looking In This Horse's Mouth

This is my day. This is the day I've set aside to do whatever my little heart desires. And today, that may not include a whole lot of anything at all.

Here in beautiful downtown Singerville, the streets are covered in ice and sleet. The patio out back is totally white with the stuff. More is predicted for today, and snow will follow that. While the crews are out in force trying to keep the streets safe, I'm cocooned in my nice, warm, cozy house. The kids are with grandparents and friends. The Hubster is snoozing away upstairs.

I plan to build a fire and keep it going all day. I plan to stay either in my flannel-lined nightgown or sweats all day. Unless forced to do so by some twist of fate, I will (gasp!) go without certain undergarments worn above the waist for the entire day.

I will read. I will snuggle up with a quilt and a hot cuppa coffee in my Lazy Boy in front of the fire, and I will shut out the entire world as I travel to destinations far and wide, doing things I could only dream of doing, being people I would never be in real life.

Yes, I will read fiction. And I will thoroughly enjoy myself. I may even write a bit.

All of the things that need to be done will wait. The carpets will have to be cleaned another day. The vacuum will be still. Dirty clothes will still wait to be washed, and organizing and painting will be put aside. The television will remain dark and silent. The only sounds will be the crackling of the fire, the turning of the pages, the slurping of the coffee, and deep sighs of contentment from the reader.

I will eat when I'm hungry, nap when I'm sleepy, and only go into the bathroom out of necessity. I will let the dog sit beside me, enjoying the warmth of the flames and the quiet.

These days are too few and far between. I consider them to be gifts. Gifts from a Father who knows what I need and when I need it. Gifts that can oftentimes be taken for granted in the hurry-up days of life.


Who knows? I may get tired of all the quiet. I may get up and start cleaning like a madwoman, rockin' out to 70's tunes and driving the dog berserk in the process. I may get all the laundry done, clean the carpets, reorganize the kitchen, clean out the hall closet, vacuum, change sheets and make beds, mop the kitchen floor, dust, cook a wonderful meal and exercise to boot.

But it's not likely.

Because when God gives you a gift, it's best to use it and be thankful. And don't look that horse in the mouth.

Ecclesiastes 3:13
And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.

5 comments:

Susanne said...

Wonderful post! Those days are certainly few and far between around here too. And they certainly are a gift to be treasured and enjoyed.

Cleaning to the '70's is the best.

HeyJules said...

Yes, the day has been a special gift, hasn't it? I have napped with the dogs, taken pictures of the birds dining on my deck and drank hot cocoa. The weather might be bad but the day God gave us is oh soooo good!

Connie said...

I had a day like this today, too, but instead of reading a book, I was curled up with the laptop discovering some wonderful blogs. Not something I ever really have a chance to do...with a 3 year old and an almost 2 year old, this is a rare treat. They just happened to play nicely together today, and napped at the same time for a long time. What a nice calm day...and to top it off, a date with my husband tonight!! Yippee! :)

Cool Mama said...

LOVED this post! I could just feel myself relaxing as I read it! Outside our window is snow and ice...and I too have just found myself winding down, and using this time, when everything already has a blanket on it, to find myself one too, and rest! Thanks for sharing that someone else too, sometimes hear's the call, not to busyness...but to rest..AND that it is from God!

The other me said...

What a heavenly day! I so hope you didn't clean, or do laundry. My fire is roaring too,little kids sleeping, big kids out. Bliss.