My legs are sore.
My arms ache.
My head is pounding.
We've been getting the house ready for the grand OPEN HOUSE on sunday afternoon. That means we have had to make the house look as if a family with two small children has not been living here. There is nothing but a microwave sitting on our counter in the kitchen. The toys have all been bagged up. The house has been power washed and the garden has been tended to. The massive amount of laundry that accumulates in a week when you are a family of four, has been cleaned and put away. The children have been instructed to "pick up and put away" anything that they get out.
Tomorrow morning we will get up at 5:30am to get everyone ready for church in such a way as not to disturb the "no one lives here" look of the house.
I sat down to rest a bit before getting myself and the children ready for bed (early to bed early to rise makes a little family not be so mean during church). I am currently reading The Story of the Trapp Family Singers written by Maria Augusta Trapp. It is what the musical Sound of Music is based on. It is a beautiful story and is written very poetically. Her writing style reminds me of Thomas Merton's in the Seven Storey Mountain.
I came to chapter 11, which is on page 103 and read a beautiful paragraph about life. You know how you have those moments of awe when you are reading a book or listening to music, when you feel as if the author has examined your heart and written it on paper? I had when one those moments. This is what was written:
It will be very interesting one day to follow the pattern of our life as it is spread out like a beautiful tapestry. As long as we live here we see only the reverse side of the weaving, and very often the pattern, with its threads running wildly, doesn't seem to make sense. Some day, however, we shall understand. In looking back over the years we can discover how a red thread goes through the pattern of our life: the Will of God.
My arms ache.
My head is pounding.
We've been getting the house ready for the grand OPEN HOUSE on sunday afternoon. That means we have had to make the house look as if a family with two small children has not been living here. There is nothing but a microwave sitting on our counter in the kitchen. The toys have all been bagged up. The house has been power washed and the garden has been tended to. The massive amount of laundry that accumulates in a week when you are a family of four, has been cleaned and put away. The children have been instructed to "pick up and put away" anything that they get out.
Tomorrow morning we will get up at 5:30am to get everyone ready for church in such a way as not to disturb the "no one lives here" look of the house.
I sat down to rest a bit before getting myself and the children ready for bed (early to bed early to rise makes a little family not be so mean during church). I am currently reading The Story of the Trapp Family Singers written by Maria Augusta Trapp. It is what the musical Sound of Music is based on. It is a beautiful story and is written very poetically. Her writing style reminds me of Thomas Merton's in the Seven Storey Mountain.
I came to chapter 11, which is on page 103 and read a beautiful paragraph about life. You know how you have those moments of awe when you are reading a book or listening to music, when you feel as if the author has examined your heart and written it on paper? I had when one those moments. This is what was written:
It will be very interesting one day to follow the pattern of our life as it is spread out like a beautiful tapestry. As long as we live here we see only the reverse side of the weaving, and very often the pattern, with its threads running wildly, doesn't seem to make sense. Some day, however, we shall understand. In looking back over the years we can discover how a red thread goes through the pattern of our life: the Will of God.
I just might hang that quote up on the wall of our new home!
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