One day of being busy plus one day of the stomach flu makes for an overwhelmingly messy house. So messy. What a disaster.
Thankfully, one early morning with just me and my little guy restores my spirits and makes it all worth while.
The other day I sent my sister a text about how I think I’d like to own a cute boutique dedicated to 1950’s wares and fashions, new and used. Really, the more I think about it, it would just be a vintage/retro inspired store. She texted me back that Winnipeg was saturated with those and now they’re all closed. I was disappointed for a few moments then I put it out of my mind.
I like to daydream and think about what I’d like to spend my days doing when the kids don’t need me as much. I often struggle with what I’d like to do in the future. I know, I shouldn’t worry about it but I’m going to be 30 this year and I just can’t help but want something of my own to do and enjoy and be good at (outside of being a mom).
I love thrifting and the 50’s and dresses and cute housewares…how fun would it be to have a little shop dedicated to those? I’ve mainly worked in retail and I really enjoy it. I love the customer interaction and I find that I’m quite good at it. My favourite job that I’ve had was when I was working at a little gift wares shop in Osborne Village. So much fun. I loved going to work.
I was looking at some Instagram pictures the other day and I couldn’t get over how much I loved the photo’s this one girl was taking. She owned a shop just like what I had imagined. As I looked at more and more of her pictures I got more and more excited. Those colours, those dresses, those sweet retro glasses! Then I started noticing some landmarks…nooooooooo! Her shop is in Winnipeg! Of all places it could be. I wanted to jump up and down for joy and cry at the same time.
Ah well, it’s not like I could open a shop any time soon. On to the next daydream.
I started to feel anxious and a bit cranky yesterday afternoon. At first I thought that it was because I’d stayed-up much too late the night before visiting with some friends, but as I puttered around the cottage getting our things all packed-up I realized that it was because I wasn’t ready for our vacation to come to an end. I wasn’t quite ready to come back to the realities of our messy home, of the side-jobs, of the business of getting everything ready and sorted for a new school year and then a new baby. I wanted more time to rest and relax and breathe.
Victoria Beach was good to us. I needed time to let-go and enjoy life. James needed time to just not be needed. We both needed time to sit and cuddle and smile at each other. The kids needed time to just run a muck and be kids. We all needed time to step-back from our chaotic year and be reminded of all the reasons why we love each other. We needed time as a family to unwind and just slow-down.
James and I always said that we would never own a cottage, we’re more of the camping folk. Well, the more time we spend up at Victoria Beach and Bird River the more I see the benefit of having that accessible retreat. I understand why people are drawn to that way of life. I think that, on many levels, it’s what I’ve been missing this past year. I haven’t taken time to retreat from the constant onslaught of what life has thrown at us. This past week has been a bit of a wake-up call for me, I need to take that time to have a re-charge. Having lazy mornings by the fire, going for bike rides to the bakery, playing in the sand at the beach, letting the kids stay up too late splashing in the water as the sun comes down…it was all. so. good.
First of all I need to mention that I haven’t seen the Twilight movies or read the books. I have no intention of doing either of them but I know that tons of people have been swept-up into this new, seemingly innocent, ‘vampire’ culture. It’s bizarre. Twilight has even infiltrated the craft blogs that I read; you can have a Twilight Party and serve Vampire Cupcakes while drinking your Cullen Drink while working on your Edward Silhouette needle-point pillow. Get real.
What I do like is Mark Driscoll. Truth mixed with humor is always a good thing. In this short clip Mark addresses this whole Twilight phenomenon. Have a listen and leave a comment, agree or disagree? Some people say that because it’s fiction (because Vampires are obviously fiction) it’s okay. What about Narnia and LOTR? They have witches, wizards and a necromancer…so what’s the difference? I have my thoughts but I’d love to hear yours.
James and I have been going through a bit of a battle for a few months. We haven’t been battling each other but it’s more that we’ve been battling life, going through some more trials and trudging through some difficult things. It’s tiring. There are weeks where you just want a break, you want the sliver platter and the easy way and I know that we all feel like from time to time. But God calls us to be persistent and to trust in Him.
There was one day last week where it felt like this whole ordeal was a losing battle and it was crushing me. I felt God tell me to spend time in prayer. So I went up to my room, sat on my bed and prayed like I haven’t prayed in a loooong time. A few days later we had a HUGE breakthrough and it is so evident that God answered our prayers directly. Praise the Lord!
The song ‘Tis So Sweet To Trust In Jesus’ comes to mind when I think of my faith today and so I’ve decided to share the words with you this morning. What a beautiful thing it is to trust in the Lord and rest upon His promises.
Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take Him at His Word;
Just to rest upon His promise,
And to know, “Thus says the Lord!”
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more!
O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood;
And in simple faith to plunge me
’Neath the healing, cleansing flood!
Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease;
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest, and joy and peace.
I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,
Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.
James snapped this picture of me as I was coming down a pile of rocks this past weekend. I’m not usually a huge fan of pictures of me, but there’s something about this one that I love (too bad I’m wearing frumpy clothes though). I think it might be the Gull in the background that gets me.
Anyways, I’ve been feeling rather stressed this week. The kind of stressed that seems to fry my patience the moment I wake-up and causes me to have a cosmic meltdown by noon. I hate feeling this way. I wish I could just go and sit by the beach for a few more days, it was so soothing to hear the soft waves hitting the shore first thing in the morning.
I’ve also been working-out everyday for quite a while (quite awhile for me at least) and for some reason it hasn’t really hit my body until today…the stiffness that is. I could hardly peel myself out of bed, I was sore from head-to-toe.When my alarm went-off at 6:00 I was so disappointed and coffee was the first thing on my mind.
I think that today should be a day of rest for many reasons. I will try my best to breath and relax and let things go.
“Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.”
Psalm 62: 5 & 6