Happy Saturday and Day 142 of Another 100 Days of Hannah …and Counting, y’all!
First things first: how’s all y’all’s weekends shaping up?
This morning has been somewhat of a busy one for me. Like, not insanely so, just a lil bit.
I woke up at 4:30 this morning, and, for whatever reason, didn’t really feel like going back to sleep. So, after laying there for a while, I decided to get up and go for a walk, only to find that my dad was already up working on my car. (The battery died yesterday – thankfully, not until I made it back from halfway across the state – and he was taking a look at it.)
After about 20 minutes, we had the battery out, the terminals cleaned, and I finally set off for my walk. Upon returning, I found dad just starting to fill up the drill. As I hadn’t been able to help with anything thus far this planting season, I decided to stick around and help. (It can be a one person job, but it goes a bit smoother with two.)
Once the drill was filled, we ate a quick breakfast. He headed to the fields, and I started working on picking up my house after a week of work. As of now, the house has been picked up, flowers watered, a load of laundry started and other hung out, and I’m debating whether to head back to church to clean or to start on mowing my yard before it gets too hot outside.
Which, in the grand scheme of things, is pretty irrelevant.
It’s funny though – somehow, I still feel like I haven’t done anything this morning. That I’ve somehow wasted my time.
This morning though, I was thinking about plants.
On Monday, I finally got around to putting my basil and lilac starts in pots of their own. Over the last four days, I’ve loved watching them start growing, begin to take root.
And, if I’m honest, I’ve been really proud of them.
For just doing what plants are made to do – grow.
Which feels pretty dumb to admit.
But, I can’t help but wonder if this may be how the Father feels about us as his children. If He’s proud of us, not for all the crazy things that we’ve accomplished, but simply for… being. For growing. For doing the little things that we’re supposed to do.
I’d love to say that that instantly makes me feel better.
Today, it doesn’t.
But that’s okay. Because, again today, it’s okay to just be me.
Catch y’all tomorrow,