As I posted yesterday and now restate: My hormones are kicking my butt. Nevertheless Jim and I have concluded that when possible we will smile at my attempt to remain kind in the midst of desiring to remove his head. And blessed is the occasion when we can laugh. I laugh first and then he knows he can laugh with me. I feel bad (and anyone would) when the unfortunate occasion comes that he laughs first and I do not follow. And still he is a sweet kind companion that merely desires for me to be happy.
HOWEVER:
Yesterday he neglectfully rang my cell phone to inform me that we are having a guest arrive in a few minutes that will be here for the evening and will spend the night in our other house guest area. She is the sweetest soul and so easy and unpretentious. She also needs to eat. As do I. As does Jim.
Jim and I can fend for ourselves and I would love to have a regular cooking routine with dinner complete and nutrition at the top of the list but I have not attained that at this stage. I have wained. But I digress. That will be a different post.
So the question remains hanging in the air in the emptiness of cell phone land "Should we eat at home or would you prefer to eat out? I am so willing to take us out to eat and we can go wherever we decide. But we do have that yummy chicken and all those fresh things we just got from Bountiful Baskets. So you tell me and we will do whatever you want. If you want us to go and you be left in quiet...that is fine too."
See? Isn't he amazing?
So I did not respond. I only said we will see when I get home which will be in about an hour. Is that ok?
"Absolutely."
So when I returned home I realized how silly it would be to go out to eat with this plethor of food, so I cooked.
I wasn't so tickled when I started but as these sweet people (Jim and Elizabeth) visited as I cooked and we began to smile and laugh about little and big things my heart began to swell.
It felt good to put together some yummy nutritious simple food and add some love and special to it and then watch them eat it. It was warm and just right and not pretentious or perfect. Just simple.
It is the beauty of serving that brings out a warmth inside that my heart needed at the moment. I needed to put my hands to work (not that hard even) and desire an ease of the evening for everyone. As I softened and thought of others and put my hormones aside I reminded myself how this service stuff works. It is a beautiful time when others enjoy my efforts and I can think of someone else and their comfort and pleasure and consequently I am served.
God is a master at creating win/win situations. When I serve then I am served. That's a win/win if I ever saw one.
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