Scripture standout: John 21: "2 Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.” None of the disciples dared ask him, “Who are you?” They knew it was the Lord. "
Morning thoughts: "Come over, have a champagne breakfast and watch the royal wedding — the fun starts at 4 a.m." The call to celebrate the royal nuptials was definitely not a call like the one Jesus gave the disciples — but it was a call for breakfast nonetheless. Would anyone come? That was my resounding concern. A 4 a.m. wake up call to party is, well, easily ignored especially when it's 4 a.m. The news station showed up as promised at 3:45 a.m. I had all but surrendered to the fact that no one would process to the party, much less in their royal regalia. I slugged a mimosa. This is out of my hands, I thought. I was beyond relieved when a joyful band of friends and neighbors marched through the front door — more than 20! A real party! Thank God! I may be beside myself with exhaustion, but darn if we didn't have a nice time being girly and nostalgic this morning.
Point? "Come, and have breakfast" is not always an easy call to answer. And sometimes, it's exhausting. But in the end, there's a promise of joy. Say yes to the invitation.
The Deed/The day: So I thought I would do something nice for myself after I cleaned up the party at 8 a.m. I plunked myself down on the couch, crown and royal gown and all with a fresh cup of coffee, and promised myself I could sit there and relish for an hour or two. I even dangled the "nap carrot" in front of myself. Myself was sold — myself was ready to relax, kick back, and focus on me for a bit. Myself thought Me was royally awesome.
Poor Myself. Such plans were not in the cards. The bug guy came over to spray the staircase for moths. Darn moths. Darn bug guy. I had to evacuate with Dot for two hours — geesh! So off went the ball gown and tiara and bling, and I saddled up Beast Master for some errands. Darn moths. Darn bug guy.
First deed, swing by another royal party and be a fun guest. It was my turn, wasn't it? Second deed, recognize someone's birthday with a chocolate cupcake. Now that I have regrouped, it's off to school to be a good mommy and cheer the kids on at Field Day. Then it's back here to get ready for a friend's rehearsal dinner. And then, and then, and then....Rest? What rest? Answering the call for breakfast opens a big 'ole can of worms sometimes.
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