I love sundaes. What’s not to love about ice cream and sugary toppings (especially chocolate)?
I love Sundays, too. Do you know why?
Because that’s the day I’ve committed to writing about my spiritual journey. Just knowing I need to be prepared to write something on Sundays encourages me to think about spirituality all week. Most weeks, this is a powerful motivation.
Not this week.
This week, my motivation has been organization. We are nearing the end of the remodeling, which coincidently, is occurring at the same time I’m reaching the point of insanity. Well, I don’t think I’ve lost my mind yet. But then again, can a crazy person recognize loony?
For nearly two weeks, whenever I’ve fixed a meal, I rummaged through a pile in our living room for dry goods. The stack was once orderly, but children searching for snacks and a husband who doesn’t know what he’s looking for have turned it into a haphazard mess. This mini disaster has moved me into the fast lane to stark raving mad. I don’t like to travel alone; I’m taking prisoners my family with me.
To top it off, our dining room table is covered with several bags of donations, school supplies and dishes that I’m giving to a friend. In this room, we also have stacks of tile, painting supplies, as well as our camping stuff – which all serve to remind me that I dislike clutter. I must make it go away.
I might be dazed by primer and paint fumes, but I have my eye on the end that is in sight. By next weekend, I can have my space back…some breathing room…my inner peace. Peace is a spiritual concept, right? (I’m stretching here – it’s the only real exercise I’ve had all week, save the priming and painting.)
Amid the mess and chaos, there is a bright side: family bonding happened. As hubby and I commiserated about painting, the boys begged us to let them give it a shot. So, (reluctantly) we turned over our paint rollers and prepared for the worst.
They loved it. My older son beamed with pride about the wall he painted ‘all by himself’ and my younger son eagerly waited for his next turn with the roller. Their joy was worth the paint splatters I had to clean off the floor and the extra time it took to finish the job. It wasn’t time wasted, though.
While painting, they weren’t two brothers fighting, and we weren’t parents frustrated with the bickering. For that short time, we were all one unit, working toward a common goal. We were painting an evening of peace together.
Now, I have a hankering for a chocolate sundae.
What brought you peace this week? What’s your favorite sundae topping?