Domestic Thursday
As I'm blogging today here's what's happening on my counter: there are lentils cooling, oats soaking, ice melting in my homemade-super-healthy green tea drink, and a sourdough starter souring. Beyond the counter there is laundry happening, homemade salad dressing cooling in the fridge, and two kids playing.
Yes, two kids. Because it's Domestic Thursday.
Several weeks ago a young mother from my church emailed to ask me if I would be willing to watch her nine month old daughter on Thursdays. *Andee, if you are reading this, please skip the next paragraph :) *
My immediate response was "no". And I had a million good reasons why. But before I hit send I felt this check in my spirit. Have you felt it? My thought process was something like this: "Oh, crap."
Yes, Jesus? You want me to do it? Ugh. But I don't want to!!
I whined the last part in a way that would make any 2 year old proud.
Andee? You can join us again.
I said I would be willing. From 6:30 am-5:30 pm. The whole day.
And you know what? It's been fantastic. Firstly, this little girl is adorable. Absolutely adorable. And easy. And happy. She is just so sweet. Side note: Before any of you get the brainy idea that babysitting this angel baby is going to make me want another one, guess again. It's fun to love her for the day and then send her home and sleep all night.
You know how my words for this year are "slow" and "deliberate"? And how I'm not very good at either? Yeah, I think Jesus wanted me to babysit on Thursdays so that I could be both. I don't make any plans for Thursdays. I stay home ALL day and I accomplish tons of stuff and I don't have to rush to do it.
Huh, imagine that?
I listened to what Jesus wanted me to do and I got exactly what I needed.
That thought stops me in my tracks. Why don't I listen more often?
Because pride.
Because selfishness.
Because thickheadedness.
Jesus has his work cut out for him in changing me to be more like him. But I'm pretty sure he's equal to the task.
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