on a friday…

Getting ready for the weekend, the baby is laying on the floor eating vanilla wafers, he’s silly.  I’m supposed to be having a yard sale tomorrow with some friends and the chances of rain are high.  So we’ll see.  I’m drinking a new coffee that I found in the grocery store, of all places, who knew you could buy good coffee there?  It’s made by New England Coffee, Blueberry Cobbler. It’s really delicious, I mean it.  Try it sometime.

Here’s a thought, I could make a career out of tasting and reviewing coffee, now if coffee companies would just start sending me samples… thanks.  I’ll start tomorrow.  Coffee + writing + sharing my opinions, what is not to love?

Some of you may know our lives are in the strange season of waiting and trusting and being content.  I used to think that being patient was the hardest thing, but I’m starting to think that being content is harder.  Would you agree?  About a month ago, I told the husband that I wanted to start running because I wanted to have actually control over something tangible that I could make happen.  Funny, right?  Well, I’ve been slacking the past few weeks, but I’m coming back.  Anyways, last night I told him again that since I haven’t even been doing that, I feel like there is nothing I am working towards or able to control at this moment.  He said, hmm, that is not true.  He then proceeded to give me a very lengthy list of all the things I have some/most of the say in…  I think he started out being funny but he was speaking truth.  Hmm perspective, what a boring word… I should probably adjust my thinking; it would make a huge difference.  Here are a few items out of his mouth:

• You have control over what Hudson wears and what he does all day.
• You have control over being the kind of parent, wife, and friend that you want to be
• You have control over the decorating of our home.
• You have control over the menu planning and grocery shopping.  {Does that mean that he has to eat more vegetables?}
• You have control over what you wear.
• You have control over what you do all day.
• You can be as creative as you want.
• You can watch the television shows that you want and if you hate something, I never make you watch it.
• You can drink as much coffee as you want {this does not mean necessarily trips to Starbucks.}

There was more, but that’s an overview,  I certainly made fun of a few of those items, but all in all, he’s right.  Yes, I said it, the husband was right.  I suppose my biggest frustration is not having control over what God is doing and I willing acknowledge that is neither my job, my responsibility,  my privilege, nor my right.

So I’m working on that whole perspective thing for today and finding contentment for right now.  I suppose it is easier when I start weighing all the good against the bad, one severely outweighs the other.  More good, less bad. More good, less bad.

I’ll leave you with this for the weekend. 

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”- Epicurus.

and this…

{yes, they are mine.}