Ryan had to finish a project last night, which took him away
from home for a while. Lexi settled down in her bed by my desk, and I looked over
my list of chores to see which things I could try to accomplish while he was
gone.
I started in
the kitchen, with a playlist of hymns running in the background, washing
produce, chopping fruit, and stirring homemade granola. I sang (probably mostly
off-key) quite loudly and confidently while I worked. Well, at least until I
remembered that anyone walking by the house could probably hear me clearly, and
then I piped down.
I cleaned up
the kitchen, washed the dishes, moved clothes from the washer to the dryer, and
sat with my Bible and a study guide for a bit, settling new information in my
brain. When the clothes were dry, I folded and put them away, and then I sat
with my journal, pouring raw thoughts in as quickly as I could type.
I miss Ryan
when he’s not here. We’ve made a point to craft our life together in such a way
that we do most things together. We want to be one in purpose and enjoy getting
to tackle the mundane and exciting alike while joined hand in hand.
But there is
something sweet about being able to mine the joy from the quiet. To make good
use of the time when we’re apart so we can make better use of the time when we’re
together.
Back in my
single days, there was a song that talked about worshiping in the waiting. In those
days, I tried my best to live in an attitude of ongoing worship even in the
ongoing waiting. Yesterday’s waiting was short – less than two hours, I’m sure.
But even in that small waiting, I tried to cultivate an atmosphere of worship.
I tried to fill the quiet with song and reading and prayers that honored God.
Our week is
such that we’ll be dividing and conquering more than once. May I continue to
mine the quiet for nuggets of God’s goodness!
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