I love my children… but it doesn’t matter how early I get up to pray- to get a head start on my day before I deal with squealing demands from Sophia who’s hoping to communicate, oatmeal covered hands, hair, face, clothes, tray.. oh-you get it; before I have to separate the impatience of quarrelling sisters or fighting aggressive behavior of mom. Having little time to myself comes with the timing and lifecycle I’m in.
And Rob’s already dashed out the door… Our life is full of packaged love as Lucado defines it. All of the daily events good or not so good are a part of our loving package for our family. With grace we’ll get through this season. (In fact, Maxx and I just examined the body parts of a dead lightning bug.)
Rob’s tired, a bit overwhelmed… I need details (calendar, expectations for ministry) so I can plan. Inside, I’m totally feeling the need to structure my life. Rob and I are doing pretty good- between us (our relationship).
He’s got a lot going on and I feel I can’t help him much because I’m waiting for him to get some people and things in order. When we talk I can tell he just doesn’t know how to tell me what he wants. He’s paralyzed by the details of the transition but heavily going through the motions getting some things accomplished. He has a speaking event this weekend. After that I’ll get him to process with me and plan for the future in this transition.