Scripture standout: Ps 121: "1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
Morning thoughts: I had a very cathartic exchange with another mom at the pool yesterday. She has three children who are about my kids' ages. She told me she was eager for school to start, and had a pit in her stomach about this week. She had to travel for work, she was lining up sitters and trying to be fun at the same time. She went on and on about the equation: Semi-more-than-part-time-job + being a mom to your children (especially during the summer when expectations for fun are at a high level) + keeping a home = work + guilt + stomach ache 24/7.
This is the first summer I've felt under the gun with my work and family balance. When everyone's in school and I have chunks of time to work (both in the house and on the computer). And then there's time in the morning to be a present mother and wife. It has worked pretty well. I'd never looked around before to see who else was in my situation. I felt some relief knowing I wasn't the only one with a stomach ache each summer morning — wondering how its going to be keeping everyone happy and focusing on work.
Sometimes God sends a little angel who makes you feel a little less alone in life's daily struggles. Thank you, God!
His Deed/The Day: I lifted my eyes up to the fake rock mountain with the bright blue gurgling waterfall coming off of it — and all the other worn and weathered wooden walkways at The Mandarin Mill Putt-Putt Golf — and said, "Sure, I'd love to play golf this afternoon with you." Fun mom, at last! Deed done. Now I'm lifting my eyes to the other mountain before me — nearly 100 emails and several unfinished stories. Sigh.
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