What a good day today was.
Simple, but you could see beauty and God everywhere!
I woke up at 12 (the second time I've done this in my life, other than being sick) pm, cooked lunch with Daddy, read the newspaper (what do you do when you read the newspaper? These are real people and they are locked up, beat up, raped up, shaken up. All I do is talk to God about it), prayed, did 1/4 of a sudoku (which I am failing at epicly... haven't done it for too long!).
Then, I went driving with Poppa (as in, I drove and he held on with fear in his eyes and a will in his mind... just kidding I am actually good) to church, then to McCowan and Highway 7, bought two scarved for FOUR DOLLARS (it was such a good find and my dad), found the most ridiculous thong in the world (I showed my dad and we were laughing for so long), wished someone a good day.
We went to No Frills and I realized I actually love grocery shopping, especially because I don't have to pay for anything and it's food! We bought so much food, my dad has been sighing ever since and telling me he will never bring me along ever again, his wallet is empty, lalala music to my ears he loves me and I love him.
Today, the sky was brilliant and the wind was perfect, and I enjoyed my Father and my father's presences very much... I find that whenever I think about praying later something inside me seizes up, but then I actually start to pray it is better, best, good. And now, I am enjoying Jon Foreman's soothing croon.
I am glad I am spending more time at home now... the past two months I've been out and running, for softball, for VBC, for friends, for birthdays, for farewells, for Resound, for Koinonia... but now I am more rested and home more and I can relieve dad of washing vegetables, and just be with him.
Father Time, steal our time, like a thief...
Come on and resurrect me!
2 comments:
spending time with my fam is often my favorite times, even though i dont always admit it.
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i wish my dad could actually remember my name. which he doesn't.
i skipped church today for the 5th time in my whole life. it made me feel like a rebel, as if i could do this all the time. my mom yelled at me insanely and i told her i had hw to do.
your day sounded loooovely :3 like a good mellow chapter out of a storybook.
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