However, I’ve discovered an interesting nuance that is also true. I often find much pleasure in being busy with the mundane. I don’t often need a lot of varied items on my calendar to keep me from boredom. I feel that I could be happily busy for years and years to come with the mundane projects and work that call me in my home.
I dare say, May was the busiest month, top to bottom, day after day, through which I’ve ever lived, and that I lived is to the glory of God. However, as I sit down at my desk, school over, grandson welcomed, graduations (2) feted, travel executed, I find a great peace in this day as I look at the stacks of bookkeeping that await me.
To have the time to manage my home brings me one of my greatest pleasures. I know that’s why I grieved so long when I went back to teaching. My home and its running had been a source of accomplishment and contentment for me for so long. When that predictable rhythm was taken from me and when a much more chaotic schedule replaced it, I spent many months at my new job regretting the move and wondering if I had mis-read the Lord’s leading. [FYI: In the year that followed, I discovered God’s good hand of provision for us in placing me in my new job.]
All of that behind me now (or much of it), today I sit, June 1st, amidst piles of receipts and bills that have been shoved aside all last month. I’ve got my favorite radio on, the air is brisk and sunny outside with the sounds of the birds that never worry. My house is clean and yards still neat after graduation so they are quiet and do not call me. I am undivided in my day and I could not be happier.