My love language is gifts…imagine that. As the owner of like 50 million pairs of shoes…I am the queen of more. Last weekend my husband not only took me away and wined and dined me…but he bought me a little bauble (and a matching pair of earrings) to commemorate our 15th wedding anniversary. He spoiled me rotten…and I loved it! Isn’t he the best!?…
Then last night as he came walking out of my closet he said…You have too much stuff. I’m going to do to do a purge for you.
It was like all of a sudden my charming prince turned into a Disney villain! Like the worst kind! You know the ones! They’re all super nice and charming and then in a split second they completely turn into the bad guy and you’re like….WHAT!? Like…Hans!
I totally dismissed his comment and pretended it never happened of course…like any other perfectionist procrastinator would do, right!?
Then this morning after I told him that Jackson was complaining that he had to go to art class today (not his fave), he shared with me that apparently the students at Yale University were so distraught over the outcome of Tuesday’s election that their professors didn’t make them take their exams. If they don’t have to take their exams, Jackson should be able to skip art class, right-? Haha…yeah, NO! I’m sure that in four years the employers of these students will be so understanding and accommodating. If their candidate doesn’t win and they’re disappointed…I’m sure they will get the rest of the week off to sulk. It reminds me of the scene from The Incredibles where fashion designer, Edna Mode tells Ellen…PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! and beats her over the head!
Sorry…I couldn’t resist!
On a day like today this makes me crazy. To think our veterans served…so many giving their lives…so that we can have the freedom to…whine-?
I suppose I am not all that different than those whiny little Ivy League brats. We are studying perfection and simplicity this week in my Tuesday evening bible study. Ugh. I want to close the book, shove it under the couch and run for the hills. My inner Martha keeps saying…it’s okay. You’re not that bad. Your OCD is way better than it used to be! The truth is…I’m not as much of a Mary as I’d like. All it took was my husband commenting on my walk-in and I came unglued. And yes, he is still my handsome prince charming and I love him to pieces!
Today I am thankful that God shined His Light on my heart and showed me that I have a long way to go as a spoiled rotten brat. And yet, He still gave me this beautiful sunrise to show me He’s still there…He’s still working on me…He’s not giving up. Still feeling pretty spoiled. He lavishes His love on us, doesn’t He, friends?…