Monday, September 19, 2011

Busyness & Choices

We all live busy lives. I know for sure I am one of them. Between working 3rd shift part-time, 3 kids, a husband who works odd hours, church commitments, etc. It generally does not leave a lot of free time.

Busy is also a word I hate. Yes, hate.

Being busy is a choice. Its how we serve our time.

I have a relationship with someone who is constantly "busy". I've been working for the past 2 years to mend this relationship after a falling out of sorts.  Efforts have been made to make sure I acknowledge this persons birthday & anniversary. I have also invited this person to several events that are important to me and other parties involved.  They have been acknowledged with I'm busy or no acknowledgement at all.

Normally I'd try and concede that this is a relationship that has passed the test of time. Sometimes relationships do that.  Friends ebb and flow.

However this relationship is a family member. We live less than 10miles away. I haven't spoken with them since Christmas 2010.


Today I acknowledged my pain. Enough is enough. Fences need to be mended. Relationships are important. They either need to acknowledge their errors or we mourn a big loss.

Time will tell.

I'd like to have a relationship.  God gave us all grace.

Perhaps they will see fit to extend some to us.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Back story I work 3rd shift part-time. Some mornings my husband gets our kids off to school. This was a story he told me when he came home for lunch today and woke me up.

My husband came into our bedroom this noon to wake me up.  He was laughing because I literally hadn't moved in the bed since I fell asleep this morning at 6:45.  Granted I had been awake for almost 24hrs at that point but its unusual for me to not move around.

Anyway, he was so excited about an encounter he had at the bus stop waiting for our 9yo's bus.  He was telling the story about a new family in our neighborhood from Bosnia. They live on a street that we rarely travel on so we had not met them.  There was a little boy that was new and my husband said he could tell "there was something a little off".

The kids got on the bus and he was ready to head to work. This is an extremely busy week for him and his mind was to getting on the many tasks he needed to do. The mother seemed a little sad so he spoke to her.  She was feeling at the end of her rope. Her son had autism and she was struggling. 

Hello divine intervention! We tonight are volunteering at a groundbreaking for The woman behind this is amazing and our church supports this ministry.

My husband told her about the event tonight and promised to get the brochure explaining Benjamin's Hope.  Which he dropped off to her before coming home for lunch!

I'm so proud of him! How often do we listen to our own selfish desires and miss these appointments?

This is something I'm really trying to unwrap.  The Good Samaritan and truly seeing those around us.  I'm goal is to perhaps try and unpack some of the thoughts I have (and I have many).

Hmmm.....trying again?

So....I've obviously epically failed at the whole "blogging" thing.  I'm not sure where this is going. But, I do know that I enjoy journaling.

I'm going to try this again. Just for me. Just to get some thoughts out.

If you read this please be kind. The grammar will be incorrect. The stories may not be interesting to you. But sometimes, you just need to get it out :)