This week has not gone as planned.

Pretty much not one part of it.

The meals were planned ahead of time – written on the board and everything.  But we haven’t followed too many of them just yet.

I know it’s only mid-week, on the front side of that, even.

But it’s still been a messy week.  

I’m taking a bit of advice from my friends tonight and I’m going to turn in early.  (I mean, early for me, you know.)

My list will be sitting tidily waiting for me in the morning.

Despite an unpredictable start all around to this week, it’s not been entirely awful.

 

 

So here’s to a good night’s rest.

To brothers who hug sisters when they cry.

 

 

To a crock pot concoction that turned out to be a surprisingly delicious dinner.

To friends who listen and talk theology before the stuff hits the fan and so that as the stuff is hitting the fan you can still find your way.

To unexpected vet bills.

To friends who happen to be doctors who handle the bloody details.

To rain, after more than a month without.

To brothers who call and feel all the feelings for you.

To Monopoly games played on the floor and seven year olds who beg for “just one more chapter”.

To meeting a jolly old St. Nick in Target.

To knowing that all the little injustices are seen by a loving and capable God who takes care of each one.

To new t-shirts arriving in the mail because when you’re a grown up, Christmas is whatever day you want it to be.

To a pile of dirty and a pile of clean laundry that never seems to come to an end.

To mercies made new every morning.

 

 

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