Monday, as you may know, is my favorite day of the week.
It's the day I recover my house from the effects of the weekend, when things are left out and the general sense of peace and calm is ravaged by lots of little bodies roaming in and through and on top of everything.
It's the day I pick up, breathe a sigh of contentment and think through the details of the week ahead.
And today, it was to be the day I started my new workout routine...
I'm going back to water aerobics.
I LOVE water aerobics. Just me and all the 80 year old grannies whose knees can't handle other forms of exercise... No, seriously. It's a great workout - and it gets my body in shape faster and more effectively than any other exercise I've ever done. I love the combination of cardio and resistance you get from plunging through deep water. And the lack of sweat is a bonus... all in all, it's my favorite way to exercise.
But this morning, K. woke up with a tummy ache. Said he felt like throwing up. And my club is way on the other side of town. I just didn't feel like I could leave him home alone with me being so far away.
So here we sit. He's reading "The Hobbit" and I'm catching up on some blogging.
And while it's not what I envisioned for my day, it's okay.
It's still quiet.
And I'll go to water aerobics on Wednesday.
I've found myself in a bit of a funk the last week or so... I'm blaming hormones.
And hoping it passes soon.
Part of it, I think, is adjusting to the scheduled-ness of life in the fall. Lots more to do - places to be - demands on my time... it's a change from summer and the blessedness of having very few obligations. Now I have to get up and check the calendar each morning to remind myself who's supposed to be where, and when. It's an adjustment. And the older I get, the more slowly I adjust.
I'm so thankful that even in the midst of my funk, I can count on God to be by my side.
I had an evening the other night where I was consumed by anxiety about one of the kids... and when that happens I tend to be all-consumed.
I'm easily overwhelmed by feelings of inadaquacy in parenting, and can be overcome with concern to the point of hardly being able to accomplish anything, I'm so preoocupied.
It's SO hard to let that go...
I kept praying.
And in the middle of the night, God woke me with the words
"It's in My Hands."
And I had peace.
Phillipians 4:6 & 7
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."
Hope you all had a great weekend.