After volunteering, Skunk & I left church feeling famished. Does anyone else experience this? No matter what time it is that we leave, or how big a breakfast we have before church, leaving church sets our tummies-a-rumbling. We went to a cafe we'd never been to before, enjoyed the ambiance and a yummy breakfast burrito. Then we strolled through a farmers market before heading home. It was a wonderful time. On the drive home, we talked and planned for the rest of the day. We'd get home, pack a cooler, and go swimming! What a lovely day to embrace! As we got closer to our house we began to grow quiet, and slowly acknowledged an odd feeling going on in our tummies. This was not the rumbles of hunger, but instead a feeling of intense irritation. The rest of the day we found ourselves feeling resentful towards our bodies, and their need for bathroom time, and the unpleasantness that accompanies food poisoning. We found ourselves whining a bit, and pointing towards the door, the nice weather outside, and wallowing in our misery. Our tummies had put us in a place where embracing what was became very difficult. Our desires were more than what our bodies could stand, and life felt hard. What we both wanted was out of our control and we were forced to embrace what was. It's been a long time since either of us just sat and read for an afternoon. Skunk even finished his book.
So here are my post Sunday thoughts. Life might be hard, heck, it's life so it likely is hard. Things might suck. But today instead of continually looking at what could be, pointing towards our dreams, and running for the exits, lets take a moment in submission and embrace what is right in front of us. Yep, it might not be what we thought would happen, but hey I bet there might even be some pretty fun toys, or adventures in it. If need be, you can even bring them into the bathroom with you, and maybe even finish something you didn't plan on.