I’ve been up since about 5:20 this morning. Nothing noteworthy about that; I only mention it because it is now 7 and I’m only beginning to write something. I had high hopes of writing about something from Isaiah (from this morning’s reading), but it ain’t gonna happen. Want to know why?
Of course you do.
Not only are the children beginning to stir, my husband is in the kitchen singing, “Banana bread do-do-do-do-do, banana bread do-do-de-do” to the tune of Manamanah…
Charming as it is, I can’t reverently express what it means for God to be one’s fear, dread, and sanctuary (Isaiah 8:13) when that’s my background music. But isn’t that a sweet way for Karl to say, “Woman, you need to do something with these bananas before we have fruit flies” ?
Yes, we have some bananas that are rotting on my counter, and I MUST make smoothies and banana bread and peanut butter-banana sandwiches and banana pudding and….we have a lot of bananas.
We sent Karl to work with hugs and kisses for a good day.
All four children are getting ready for the day. Hannah and Benjamin are lingering over cups of breakfast tea, trying to remember the words of a silly song. Abbey and Noah are brushing their teeth — I can hear drawers slamming in the bathroom and spitting. Pretty soon, they’ll all “make their beds,” dress themselves, and have “quiet time.”
While they do that, I’ll make copies of handwriting worksheets and daily warm-ups, print t0-do lists, and set their pencils out.
I want to devote myself to weightier topics, but they will have to wait. It’s going to be another busy day at my house.