A Weekend at the Shore

I have a confession to make, Friday I did not get up at 7 am for coffee. I was just tired and wanted to sleep. The look on my husbands face when I said I wasn't getting up made me feel awful, but in my sleepy state I rationalized that sleep was what I needed at that moment to be more useful throughout the day and evening ahead. Although my day did go on as usual once I woke up an hour later, that night a friend came down to the shore with us and had dinner. Over dinner, she was discussing this blog and Jon mentioned how I had not gotten up that morning and how it had "ruined his whole day!" Now, for the sake of cutting through the drama, I do not believe that my husband had an awful day on Friday, in fact, work seemed to go well, we went out fishing after work and then had a lovely dinner. However, the sentiment really hit home with me and reminded me of all the positive things I have outlined in the blog concerning my morning coffee. Of course, I had realized how much he enjoyed it and that it gave a positive spin on his whole day, I just didn't realize that it would give a negative start to the day when I am just too lazy to get up.
Another observation I made this weekend happened today on the treadmill. A song I have on my play list for running is "Your Love is My Drug" and in the context of the song, really doesn't apply to my life. However, I am happily coming to the knowledge that nothing gives me great joy, aside from God, than the love of my husband. I like making him happy and feel euphoric when he praises me. The love he gives me is definitely my drug. Although I never read the love languages book a few friends did in college and I am starting to realize that my said "language" probably revolves around words of affirmation and quality time. I am loving the time I have been able to spend with my husband and in turn find myself happier and more content. When I once wanted to be out every night "doing something" I now relish time spent at home eating dinner, sitting outside watching "our deer," and even catching the latest survival show on Discovery.
My final slice of knowledge came in a conversation I was able to have Sunday morning. Although I did not go to church I feel like I heard a message loud and clear that day. I had purchased some local peaches and wanted to make some peach butter to can. A little P31 I suppose, "providing food for my family." Anyway, as my friend and I cut up the peaches and set to make the butter we started talking about nature and how things are grown. I have come to really enjoy growing food in my own garden and marvel time and time again at how much can grow from so little. Our conversation easily morphed into the greatness of God and the intricacy of mankind and the natural world. To grow an entire bushel of tomatoes from one small seed and for a baby to be created and then grow in the womb is truly amazing. It would seem that science should only point people toward God instead of away from Him. That people all over the world in remote areas feel the existence of God simply because of what is around them shows mans arrogance and the true cost of sin. All in all it was a fantastic weekend.
My plan this week is to work on verse 26. "She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue." I have decided to start a Bible study for the girls in our youth group. I have chosen the book and will be meeting with the youth team at our church to decide on the best night and plan of action. I have also decided to join the ladies Bible study at church in order to gain "faithful instruction" and harbor more accountability.