Elizabeth Elliot, one of my favorite authors, also shares the task gene. She writes,
"One morning my computer simply would not obey me. What a nuisance. I had my work laid out, my timing figured, my mind all set. My work was delayed, my timing thrown off, my thinking interrupted. Then I remember. IT was not for nothing. This was part of the Plan (not mine, His). Lord, You have assigned me my portion and my cup.
Now if the interruption had been a human being instead of an infuriating mechanism, it would not have been so hard to see it as the most important part of the work of the day. But all is under my Father's control: yes, recalcitrant computers, faulty transmissions, drawbridges which happen to be up when one is in a hurry. My portion. My cup. My lot is secure. My heart can be at peace. My Father is in charge. How simple!"
You can find me there today: not at my sewing table, but at the place of simple rest. The kaputt sewing machine is not out of His control. Seems silly to say, but there is peace. He knows my day. Here's my list.
Mom, first, thanks for teaching us how to work hard--it's not a bad thing! Second, here are the anniversary pictures you requested. Aaron took me to Eureka Springs, Arkansas, last weekend to celebrate two years of marriage. Gotta celebrate the little ones on the way to the big ones!
Aaron picked out Elk Street Cottage without any help from yours truly. The whole trip was a surprise; I couldn't get it out of him because now he understands that although I ask, I don't really want to know.
We spent most of our time in this darling house. I kept saying things like, "Ooo, check out this woodwork," or "I would just die if I had cabinets like these!" Aaron is used to me gushing about antique house features, and all my exclamations only proved that he picked the right place.
But, seriously, check out those kitchen cabinets and that farmhouse sink.
And a French press just the size for one,
and cozy nooks everywhere you turned,
and wildflowers in the front and rocking chairs on the porch,
and lounging on the couch with ceiling fan whirring above.
Saturday night we dressed up, made a steak dinner, and stayed in. Coincidence that our steak is in the shape of a HEART? Even the cows knew it was the time for love.
After dinner, I talked Aaron into taking ridiculous amounts of self-timer pictures. Haha. Truly fun for me, maybe not quite the thrill for my dear husband, who was already staying in a very dainty cottage for the weekend. :)
This picture says it all. I heart him. What a guy.