Weekend Report: 8/52

It's quite the rarity that in this entire month, we will spend every weekend at home. In fact, originally, we weren't supposed to be here this past weekend. But a forgotten commitment and a sick bunch in Cleveland, and we were staying put.

I'll be honest, as much as it's nice to visit family - I love being home.

I love waking up on Saturdays to earn myself some bonus points for taking a class at the gym, before 10 o'clock, no less.

I love having time to share a pot of coffee with Cliff, this weekend french press, and the last of the first bag of Ethiopian beans my mom brought back from her mission trip last fall.

I love being able to be there for a friend. Really be there, with no regard to plans or schedules because this is a weekend free of them.

I love church, and following through a study without interruption.

I love brunch at the Daily Dish. If you live in Franklin and haven't been, go next Sunday. For real.

I love that Cliff makes his free time available to the serving his county, and that this weekend, he got to fight and put out a half-acre brush fire.

I love getting so much done on our projects list, we start to make up things. Or, at least, remember that our cars haven't been detailed or properly washed in eons and now might be a good time to do that.

 

I just love having time. Time to see things like the sunset reflected on the hood of your freshly-washed car - such a normal and mundane thing, really - and yet to wonder and find beauty in it.

 

It's probably weird, but I've been thinking about that last picture a lot. About how much it reminds me of what marriage can be. An upside down, yet perfect reflection of the world aright - of beauty as it was intended to be - somehow showing on the surface of a thing that can be so mechanical. But apart from its mechanics, it is a canvas just the same.

I pray, for us and for every married couple - just as every weekend or week day unfolds, that in all of the normalcy - all of the drudgery - all of the mundane - that we see that God is making something beautiful out of us. Because the truth is, He is, no matter whether we see it or not.