Technically this should be a Listicle, but the sanity of a list was lost hours ago. Truly, it is not that big of a deal to get in a car and drive away. But there are mitigating factors…so many mitigating factors.
Like I really really had to go out in the rain and fill a laundry basket with rhubarb and then cut it up and cook it in a big cauldron for four or five hours. And then, because, well, just because, I went ahead and canned it. This rhubarb has been weighing heavily on my mind for some days so it was a capacious relief to get it safely into jars.
And then there was the left over ground beef. So that meant meat pies, and then small apple turnovers (not fried, baked, I’m not completely mad).
By that time it was eight pm and I felt settled enough in mind and spirit to begin shouting at the children to find shoes and start carrying everything out to the car. Then I had to turn the car around so that it wasn’t sloping so precariously that every item that went in promptly fell out again. Then the business of shoving things around. Everything has to be put where it’s going to go or no coping will be available at the moment of having to drive away.
All the time I kept muttering, “He gives more grace.” It was a line from the sermon, and also the bible. More grace? More is usually always better.
It assumes you had some to begin with–Grace I mean. Certainly everyone finding one whole pair of shoes counts as an extraordinary measure of grace, and the house being picked up and all the laundry done. And then we’ll have even more as we trundle down the road.
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