Does it really
matter? What is most important? We gathered Jeff’s side of the family
together for a last minute birthdays (3 of them!)/anniversary/Mother’s Day
dinner tonight. We picked up a couple
take and bake pizzas, baked a pan of brownies and tossed a salad all with only
a few hours’ notice. The house was not clean.
There is dust on the floor and cat hair in their favorite spots. But it didn’t matter. No one really cared. What was most important was finding a few
hours together when our lives are so filled with activities, school work,
volunteering and work.
Oh Great Parent,
thank you for being present amidst the dust and piles as we spent time just
being together. It was a great reminder
that we come to you as we are, and we often come a little messy, a little
frazzled, a little stressed and you welcome us in spite of our human
expectations. Help me to be so
welcoming, so forgiving and so relaxed. Amen.