“Incoming!” said my son peaking through the window.
“What? They’re early!” I stared in horror at the kitchen counter. The fruit salad ingredients for the brunch still took up about half the surface. Okay, to be honest, our guests were on time, but since when does my family arrive on time?
During my preparations for summer guests, my family usually cleared out of my path, unless of course I’d already roped them into vacuuming, cutting up veggies or cleaning the bathrooms.
Since the beginning of summer, we had not only entertained many guests who also loved the Okanagan, but had been on some amazing trips, and enjoyed family outings to the beach or hikes to the surrounding woods.
How could I ask for more? Right?
The first signs of trouble came when I snapped at my son after he’d accidently tipped over his glass of juice. The next victim was my poor husband who’d underestimated the time needed for our automatic sprinkling systems in our flowerpots. Routine chores like laundry and washing the dishes were becoming far more irritating as well.
My family was starting to avoid me. I didn’t like me either! I was becoming the summertime Grinch!
When I slowed down to pay attention to my moods, I realized there was a void in me. There was a need that wasn’t being met, an unsettling emptiness. Then I spotted my daily devotionals and my computer. A thin layer of dust had settled on them.
Many times in the morning, instead of spending time with my devotionals, and then on my computer happily writing, I’d glance at my emails and check out my Facebook messages. Then I’d speed off to my other activities, promising myself that I’d spend quality time with God and my writing later on. But rarely did that happen. By the end of the day I was exhausted, and would merely laze around with the family or watch a movie.
But God was part of my life and he had made me creative, and to deny myself time with both felt like a tiny pin-prick each time I did it. And over the span of a month or so, I’d felt enough pin-pricks to be rather grouchy at times. A void had opened up in my life and it needed to be filled again. I needed to be more disciplined and let God start off my day once more and to direct me in my creative endeavors. He was like an elixir for my spirit.
For me, mornings were the best for my time with God. I was wide awake then and able to process and absorb His words. The night’s rest had renewed my strength and I wasn’t rehashing the day’s events. I was reminded of a verse where God was calling Moses up to Mount Sinai.
Exodus 34: 2 Be ready in the morning, and then come up… Present yourself to me…
So, tell me. How has the summer’s disruption of routine affected you so far?