Spring... Break?

I love the idea of adults having a spring break. Flying to Florida, taking a cruise, sitting by a white sand beach somewhere sipping a cocktail without a care in the world. This has never, ever happened to me in my whole adult life. I like to think that, eventually, I'll be in a financial position where this is a possibility. Right now, I'm trying not to envy those who are in that position while we coordinate helping our daughter pack for D.C. and running her to the school and figuring out which one of us is going to pick her up at 6 in the morning in the middle of the work week, and getting our boys to the school to leave for their New York City show choir trip, making sure they have everything they need, and all the while working every day this week, cleaning two people's houses, feeding the dogs, cleaning our house, and wondering how in God's name anyone over the age of 18 takes a week off, ever...

I'm grateful for small moments of peace, however. Today, church was good. I've not been a fan of the last series, which was basically four weeks of a capital campaign to get us to give more money to build more things that I don't feel like we really need. I love our church, don't get me wrong, and I love our pastors. I'm just not on board with the new project. I was on board with the old project, and we gave money towards that goal, and that goal hasn't yet been seen to fruition. I needed some spiritual feeding these past few weeks, and a capital campaign wasn't cutting it. Not that it's all about me, mind you. NONE of it is about me, nor should it be. I found my encouragement from God, and I didn't need church to do it for me. I just find it convenient when that IS the place I get it. That's just me being too lazy to do things on my own :) This week was great, though. Jason Miller, at age 28, is one of the more genuine, wise, enlightened speakers I've ever heard. I'm a big fan. As soon as they post the service for the week, I'm going to put up a link.

I've recently reconnected with one of my second grade teachers, someone to whom I've looked up all my life. Anyone that can still remember who I am when they had me in second grade is pretty amazing in my book! (Although I hesitate to think of how precocious I must have been for her to still remember me after all this time!) Seriously, though, I've always enjoyed my conversations with her and I'm glad to have contact with her once again.

At the moment, we're sitting at Barnes & Noble in the mall, catching up on reading and just enjoying some quiet time together, the husband and I. Aria's in D.C., Michael's at work, and Zachary's with some friends between church and youth group time. The house is so quiet when all three of them are gone, it's strange. Not unpleasant, just different. I think it confuses the dogs, though. For now, we'll enjoy a little more reading, maybe a walk around the mall, and then go home.

I have two articles to write this week. I've started one, but I'm waiting on information from a few people to be able to finish them both. I was rather hoping to do that now, while I'm at the laptop and it's silent, but I didn't receive the emails I was hoping for, so I'll have to wait another day or so.

Hope your weekend has been as relaxing as mine!

Stephanie Jean