Last week was our last full week before school began and schedules get busy.
And as excited as I am about that, I have to say I loved how we decided to spend our last week.
It definitely needs to become a yearly tradition.
Jimmy took the week off work, and we had not a single plan or activity written in stone.
Our only goal was to be together as a family, enjoying our town and weather, and having some fun quality time.
Our only goal was to be together as a family, enjoying our town and weather, and having some fun quality time.
And you know how sometimes I joke about how my kids always want to be wherever it is that I am?
That week I realized how thankful I should be for that.
Recently, I’ve had little bouts of a teeny tiny pity party about not being someones “one.”
You know, the desiring to someones favorite who is always called first, the one who is thought of in moments you’re not there, the one who is called just because…
You know, the desiring to someones favorite who is always called first, the one who is thought of in moments you’re not there, the one who is called just because…
And in the midst of that pity party, I was blessed to spend an entire week with family.
My sweet little family…that I often take for granted.
My sweet little family…that I often take for granted.
And on that last night as I laid my head on my pillow feeling the warm tears fill my eyes over my silly little insecurities, I felt my husbands arms envelop me.
Suddenly, my mind reflected over the week we had spent together.
And, how in every moment, whatever it may have been…
my kids and my husband wanted me there.
They looked to me for comfort, for laughter, for advice, for approval…
They thought of me often, longed for me, loved on me…
They thought of me often, longed for me, loved on me…
And I realized…I had been looking in the wrong places, at all the wrong relationships.
All this time…
I had already been the “one” to the three most important people in my life.
All this time…
I had already been the “one” to the three most important people in my life.
How amazing is it that a simple staycation could end up being so much more than just enjoying our city and taking time off from work?
When in fact, there was actually an incredible lesson God needed to teach me.
Yes, it’s hard and it hurts when the “new” wears off with friendships, relationships, places and spaces….
and it’s humbling to not be everyones favorite…
and it’s humbling to not be everyones favorite…
But as my pity party ended (thank goodness it did, that violin was not lovely), God rewarded me with the incredible gift of peace in knowing all that doesn’t really matter.
Because to my family, I’m the one.
But, more importantly, I realized that to my God, I am His.
His lessons are quiet but my goodness are they mighty.
….and the warm tears spill over.
{last day of staycation, with friends}
© 2012 “Le Musings of Moi”
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