I want to serve with my children. I don't want to drop them off someplace to go and serve the Lord. Something about that bothers me. So, when the opportunity to deliver flowers arose (ha...a-rose) I decided to walk forward and pursue the opportunity. Our church has quite a history. Quite. There are many Saints who have served and given and loved the Lord through First Presbyterian Augusta, and now many of them cannot join us any longer. They are too frail, or suffer weakened immune systems, or their minds have become fuzzy and they spend their days "shut-in." On Sunday mornings we have beautiful flowers on the altar. They are lovely! So, on Monday, someone comes to the church, organizes individual bouquets and delivers them to these dear Saints. The first time we went we followed another person who has been doing this for years. She was so very helpful and I was hoping to follow her for a few months. We did, however, need help on other days. So, I took the 4th Monday. My children were nervous not knowing what to expect, honestly, so was I! Our sweet choir director plotted my course and even printed out directions in order. (That's right, I lack navigation technology.) So, we made our bouquets, Julia and I, (that alone is worth it...working side by side my daughter) while Caroline drank from the water fountain (for like 45 minutes) and Anson and Ella cleaned the sanctuary for bulletins. We got 3 vases that were arranged quite nicely for amateurs and loaded up for our adventure. We visited 3 ladies. Precious ladies. I won't go into every meeting, but this is what I walked away with. I will have some serious "me time." Like, serious. I will have hours, even days all to myself and from the way these ladies ushered us into their immaculate homes...I won't want it.
Mrs. Toole raised 4 boys. When I mentioned that we had soccer that night she said, "Oh, that's so much fun!" I muttered something about how I bet with 4 boys she probably never thought she'd have some quiet time and she said, "And now I just say, 'Lord, what should I do today?' " She's 92, she's got "me time." She was encouraging and no one cares if my children touch their things or even lay on the floor with their 2 year old dirty croc feet on their white walls. In fact, they tell us to please come back when we can stay longer. We can go to the park together. I leave with my passel of children, they close the door and it's quiet...again.
This is how I see my house most of the time. I am in the kitchen looking through our little pass-thru. See the pink Crocs on the table? That crazy girl! I think those are her dirty clothes...anyone want to join us for a meal? HAHAHA My desk needs to be cleaned off, but Anson and Julia cleaned theirs. Maybe I'll give you a tour one day, mostly because I think it's fun to see what other folks do with their space, so maybe I should share. My Julia turns 9 tomorrow and that is hard to believe. You know what she wanted? A slate. Yes, a slate. I love her. I'll be back, sorry I've been gone so long...also I'll update you on life after the juice. For now...I gotta hang balloons!