Life in the Fast Lane

Things have been zooming along at an incredible place here at Casa de Singer. Yes indeed, an incredible pace.

After a leisurely Saturday morning, the remainder of the day was spent in pursuit of firewood and snoozing. This is the one time of year I am even a little bit thankful for the tornado we went through a few years ago, because it provided us with ample wood for years to come. Of course, come summertime we'll have no shade because of the same tornado, but you have to be thankful for the trade-offs you can get.

It sleeted most of the day yesterday, and today we awoke to freezing rain and sleet. Not the best driving weather, but as I was scheduled to sing this week, we made the trek to church. Surprisingly, the crowd for both services was almost normal-sized.

After church we headed to the grocery store to stock up. I have never seen shelves as empty as they were today! You know things are bad when you can't even find a bottle of Hidden Valley Ranch salad dressing, and the chili beans are down to only a few cans. My guess would be that due to the amount of beanage to obviously be consumed in the near future, gaseous emissions from the general public the next few days could well heat the homes of the area, if they could be contained.

You may all emit a collective "EEeeeeewwwwwwwww!!" at this moment.

We at the Singer abode settled for homemade chicken noodle soup instead. Following the noon repast, more snoozing took place. More firewood was burned, and endless football games were watched by the Hubster and his new cohort in crime, Daughter. Mother-In-Law, staying with us for several days while the weather is bad, went to her room and listened to audiobooks until she succumbed to slumber as well.

Absolutely nothing has been accomplished all weekend. Ain't it grand?!

Tomorrow this will all end. Tomorrow I will get up, fix a great breakfast for everyone, and begin cleaning. That's the plan. All of those things that didn't get done this weekend will find themselves on the list for tomorrow. Yes, we'll keep the fire burning in the fireplace, but the time for rest and relaxation will be over. I can hear the kids wailing now...

God is so good to give us seasons of rest like these. And He's good to end them, as well. that was reinforced tonight when Pseudo-Daughter from across the street came over to spend time with Daughter, after the siege of football games had ended. Both girls were getting a little stir-crazy after being cooped up in the house for two days. Youth group and all church activities were cancelled for the remainder of the day due to the forecast. They couldn't go shopping, to the movies, to hang out with friends further than a block or two away, and they quite literally drove me nuts. Hubster finally took them to rent a movie, and at this moment they're both sound asleep in the living room.

But tomorrow will be a different story. I can't wait!

Seasons of rest. Seasons of work. Seasons of calm. Seasons of change. All provided at absolutely no cost by a loving Father, who knows exactly what you need and when you need it. Enjoy the season you're in!

And right now, I'm going to take advantage of the remainder of my season of rest and catch a little shut-eye in preparation for the morrow. Because, you know, that's when the season changes...

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.