A Day in the Life

A Day in the Life

We’ve been going through a series of weekly linkups on author Holley Gerth’s blog in 2013. Most of our topics deal with God-sized Dreams {either directly or indirectly}, which also happens to be the name of Holley’s newly published book, You’re Made for a God-Sized Dream: Opening the Door to All God Has for You.

 Each week, Holley gives us a new prompt. Last week she asked us: What’s a typical day in your life like right now? How can you see God’s hand in the middle of the “small” and ordinary too?  

So, here’s a glimpse into our lives, behind the computer screen  — here’s the good and the not-so-good, the messy and the imperfect. 

Monday, March 25th

4:45-5:30 a.m.
I wake with my the alarm, tossing and turning and listening to the dog howl in anticipation of being let out, while my husband gets showered and dressed and out the door for his three-day-long business trip.

We worry whether or not his flight will be cancelled because we have just gotten six inches of snow in the night {Yes, we are having the coldest March I can ever remember.}

I listen to the shovel scraping snow off our driveway and fall asleep for about 20 more minutes.

5:50 a.m.
The phone rings, and a recorded message lets me know our school district is having a two-hour delay.

6:30 a.m.
I turn off my alarm and go back to sleep. {So much for morning quiet time today.}

march snow

7:45 a.m.
My mom and dad and I enjoy a cup of freshly brewed coffee amidst the detrius of last night’s birthday party for Adam {for which they’d driven here and stayed overnight} — we play with the new Thomas Trackmaster set spread out all over the living room and brush past balloons and Percy and James hanging decorations.

8:15 a.m.
The girls come downstairs, smiling over the delay, and we break out Caroline’s birthday gifts since today is her actual birthday. {We have a virtual slew of family birthdays, all within the last week of March.}

8:30 – 9:30 a.m.
I pack lunches, make and have breakfast, and enjoy the luxury of going upstairs, making my bed, and getting dressed uninterrupted.

10 a.m.
I drop my son off at his toddler play time, and decide to hit the Goodwill on the way back home. I score these two books and a pile of girls’ clothes.

goodwill

11 a.m. 
I look at my messy kitchen and chaotic email inbox and feel overwhelmed. Where to start? I end up taking advantage of the Dayspring sale. {Here’s a coupon!}

I order some host specials as gifts for the (in)RL meetup I’m hosting April 27th. {I choose a pretty Holley Gerth hostess set, complete with gift bags, coffee mugs, journals, and mini canvases for my guest gifts and a lovely Redeemed scarf for me. I also pick up a really cute mini chalkboard and a pretty bird cage card holder. I tell myself that they’ll make great gifts — for, um, me.}

11:30 a.m. 
Still feeling frazzled, I set about some tidying and dish-doing, and start praying out loud. I usually feel uncomfortable sharing my God-conversations with anyone in hearing range, but, today, for now, the house is entirely empty and oh-so-quiet. So, I manage to calm my anxious soul by some measure, talking with God.

12:10 – 1:30 p.m.
I prepare and eat lunch with my son. He watches a show while I sort through yet more emails and read a few blog posts. I identify with author Mary DeMuth’s admission that she struggles with being both an achiever and a readily empathetic soul — and these two tendencies often conflict. We decide we’re long-lost twins {over blog comments}, because I often feel the same way too. I read Holley’s post You’re Going to Get There — One Way or the Other and find her words soothing and encouraging. I do have a problem getting my route confused with my ultimate destination. I forget and act like finishing the … {Bible study, blog post, pile of unfolded laundry, dinner} is what it’s all about. Big picture, Beth. Big picture!!

1:45 p.m. 
I tidy up my son’s room/our guest room, while he plays, and then we read stories. We love Fire Engine Man. I settle him into his new toddler bed with amazingly little fanfare. And lock the gate at the top of the steps into place and slide a chair outside the door. It’s really all for show, because the door opens inward and he could simply push that desk chair right away and stand at the top of the steps howling. But, it works today, and I am blessed. I head downstairs for a healthy but tasty snack — almond butter and apple slices.

almond butter

2 – 3 p.m.
I sit down to write this post, kept company by the trusty Jasper, who snores away in the chair across the room. {Shhh…. don’t tell my husband!}

3:40 to 4 p.m.
The girls get in from school and tell me about their days, while I clean up the kitchen yet again and start prepping dinner. When Caroline feeds the dog, I walk him out to the back yard and notice that he is not feeling well. Ahem. Intestinally speaking. This is bad news for us. Once he starts on a cycle like this, it lasts for days and days. I have to cook him white rice and boil chicken. I have to constantly take him out; I have to make sure he doesn’t head to his favorite “accident” spot — my toddler son’s wide expanse of cream carpet.

4:30 p.m.
A great sadness washes over me, as I look over the soppy backyard, clogged with thick, wet snow. I can’t help thinking of the sick dog, the husband out of town, and the one totally tapped-out mama. I wake Adam, and I think with dread, that this miserable feeling will be what I’m writing to you about, if I’m being honest in the turn my day has taken.

5:30 p.m.
I whip up a quick dinner for us: Frozen green beans cooked liberally with butter, penne with a quick homemade cream sauce and topped with sauteed chicken tenders, and a glass of wine for me, to boot. We round it off with a healthy helping of ice cream cake leftover from Caroline’s kid party on Saturday. {A not-so-healthy dinner.}

6 p.m.
I get all three kids settled with the new paint sets at the kitchen table and start tackling dishes. I also package up my friend and fellow God-sized Dream Team member Kristin Hill Taylor’s Etsy order from my shop.

mailer

7- 7:30 p.m.
We snuggle up on the couch and watch cartoons; my little boy won’t cuddle, but lucky for me, my birthday girl will. I sneak a bit of magazine reading time in while the kids enjoy their show and feel a bit of a lift.

8 – 9 p.m.
Bathtime and bedtime routine for girls and Adam. I facilitate and fold and dispense laundry in between fight moderation. Jules is upset because her older sister doesn’t want to do legos together. “I know it’s hard when your older sister doesn’t want to play with you,” I say, trying to be diplomatic. “I know; it happened to me all the time too, when I was little, but sometimes, you have to respect her wishes and give her some space.” It escalates to tears, of course, but ends in prayer, and I’m hopeful that she has learned a lesson in handling things more gracefully and focusing on how she can be more selfless.

9:40 p.m.
I let my birthday girl stay up a bit late with her new legos, and we finally settle in for a brief “talk-with” before bed. As always, I ask God to send down His guardian angels to rest on her shoulders to keep her safe and to awaken His Holy Spirit in her heart to help her feel God close to her.

10 -11:30 p.m.
I chat briefly with my hubby in Atlanta. We’re both exhausted and I’m not exactly good company. I message him an apology later. I spent some time checking in on Facebook and replying to a few threads and messages. {Earlier, when I’d been feeling so hopeless,  I’d called out to some dream sisters for help, who lifted me up in prayer, and made me laugh and were just plain awesome. I continue some of our conversations and feel blessed.} And, I finish this post.

At the end of the day — and a long one it was — I realize this. It wasn’t a banner day for me, but God was there.  In the dishwater, as I called to Him when my hands scrubbed and the cutlery clinked. In Julianne’s tears when I was able to keep my cool and guide her to a conversation with Him about what happened. In my feelings of hopelessness and sadness, when I sought him deep, even if I couldn’t form words for it. And, He was there.

We all have days when we feel weak or sad or lonely and unproductive — or all four. But, as Anne of Green Gables said: “Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.”

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Comments

  1. I love that you and Chelle and I are on the same line for today’s link up with Holley – and I loved the window into your life, and am excited to see what God has in store for us. And praying for supernatural strength as you get through this solo wet cold week – I know that solo routine well.
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  2. Beautiful friend, I loved this glimpse into your day and getting to know you a bit more. Thank you for sharing, and blessings to you today! (((hugs)))
    Mel recently posted..My God-Sized Dream: How I LiveMy Profile

  3. Oh how I needed this. Right now. Today. Not yesterday. Today. Thank you, friend. I’m remembering that quote, and, more importantly, the message. Yes, God is here, even when we aren’t at our best.
    Kristin Taylor recently posted..{God-sized Dreams} Ordinary DaysMy Profile

    • There’s nothing better than hearing that what I experienced, or struggled with, resonates with someone else, right here, right now, speaking to them in their need. Isn’t it amazing how God has brought us together for His good, and to uphold each other?
      seasonswithsoul recently posted..A Day in the LifeMy Profile

  4. The Artist’s Way! l.o.v.e. Days without the hubby are long and hard. I’m so sorry that there were down moments for you. What came through to me was a loving, persevering woman and mama:) It was so fun to read all the references to your shop, the Dream Team, your finds and food…Lovely!
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  5. I know how hard it can be when your man is not at home to help, you don’t realize how helpful they really are till they are gone 😉
    Enjoyed reading about your day!
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  6. thank you for sharing your day with us…in my experience, something like the dog getting sick always happens when my husband heads out of town. I found this a good exercise, to go through my day and look for when God was there, as you said, in the washing of the dishes, the cool head with your child, and especially in the times you couldn’t even speak your need. Beautiful post, Elizabeth Anne!
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  7. I have loved Holley’s prompt this week and having the chance to learn more about my God-dreaming sisters. Thanks so much for sharing.

  8. I found myself following you through the house. I smiled when I saw “The Artist’s Way.” I could relate to the routine and the rhythm, but there was a sweet Grace within everything you did, even cooking for the dog, which you know I get.
    Thank you for a window into your extraordinary ordinary.
    Blessings to you, dear one.
    Peace and good (and hubby soon comes)
    Chelle recently posted..Motherhood as a state of Grace…(the threshing floor)My Profile

  9. I giggled my way through your post…thinking, “Oh, I’m not alone! I do that too!” or “I’ve felt that way…phew.”

    And then I got to “…almond butter and apple slices…” and thought, Oh no, I think she might could go into shock when she sees what I need to stress eat to make my way through She Speaks. It will be more like a “…Snickers bar…” Ha!

    Thank you for your honesty. I love that you shared this. Doggie sickness and all. : )
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  10. And your photos are beautiful…as always!!
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