February 22, 2013

A Day in the Life

My day started off on the sofa where I had moved to during the night due to my sweet but sick husband's continuous coughing. I gave him a kiss good-bye as he left for work then stumbled to the kitchen to make a cup of tea since we were out of coffee and I haven't been well enough to run to the store to buy more.

I listened over and over again, and then a bit more after that, to this song that has completely captivated me. The lyrics are so beautiful and true to my heart...

"And you take my hand and you guide me on and you show me the way to life. 
And you lift my head and you give me hope and you show me the way to life."

And then I set my mind and heart and day on this scripture that keeps me rooted in Christ and choosing life regardless of how I feel or what my days may bring...

"Choose life, so that you may live... for the Lord IS your life."
~Deuteronomy 30: 19,20

I spent some time praying and read a very timely and encouraging devotion from Joyce Meyer about all things working together for good. 

And after breakfast, I took my children and a neighbor friend to school, then drove to McDonalds in my pajamas and slippers for coffee. The warm morning sun shone down, the song above played loudly on the stereo, and a hot cup of coffee was in my hand. After being sick for several days, I felt alive.

I came home and wrote a few important emails and surfed Pinterest, to which I might be shamelessly addicted, for creative inspiration. I changed the sheets, but didn't wash the dirty ones, and got ready and headed out to the grocery store for the first time in a week. I've missed the grocery store, as silly as that sounds. Wegmans is one of my favorite places and quite possibly the best grocery store ever. I could spend hours and hours there and lots of money too. And I usually do and today, I did.

photo credit: meltdown reboot.blogspot.com

I came home and put all the groceries away and ate a few slices of the chocolate cherry bread I bought from the bakery, then collapsed back on the sofa exhausted from all the morning's activity.

After my children got home from school and I had hugged and smooched on them and caught up on their days, I took the littlest one, who is also the biggest one, to get a haircut. While I waited on him, I had a very nice and interesting conversation with an Indian man, who gave me a good laugh when he asked if my son was my brother, about raising children in an American culture. 

After my boy got an awesome haircut, we came home and ordered take-out pizza from our favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant because Thursday nights have become it's-almost-the-weekend-let's-celebrate-and-order-pizza nights.

After we threw away the paper plates from dinner and got ready for bed, we all gathered together in our room. Three of us snuggled up in the bed and one sat in a chair because all four of us can't squeeze into our queen size bed anymore. We talked a bit and prayed together and said our good-nights and everyone headed off to bed. I didn't sleep on the sofa but instead cuddled up to this sick and coughing, but warm and wonderful man, pictured below wearing my movie-star sunglasses. 

It was a good day with a lot of life lived.

This is the first post in a new, but soon-to-be-on-going and hopefully weekly, series on what my life looks like in a day. I imagine it to be a journal and memoir of sorts... a way to record and remember my days... what it looks like to "be and keep being".



  1. Exactly what I needed to hear. The song is a healing song to my heart today. Thank you.

    1. I'm so glad this song brought healing to your heart! Thank you Jesus... and continue to come for them in both big and small ways as you love to do and as only you can. Blessings...


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