My weekly work keeps me at home for most of the day – working on my blog, memorizing lines for the play I’m in, writing articles and other things. For the most part, my work week is pretty laid back. Weekends are supposed to be for relaxation, but for us it’s usually the best time to work at our crafts.
This past weekend was such an example. Paul spent Saturday in front of his easel, as usual. This time he painted a little further away from home, at a beautiful farmstead which is now an event center. He showed the picture to one of our church members and said, “This is a barn I painted yesterday. To which she responded, “You painted a whole barn in one day?” He explained that he didn’t physically paint the barn, only a picture of it. She was still surprised that he’d finished such a beautiful painting in one day.
I headed out too, for an afternoon at an event to promote the theatre I’m now involved with. I helped judge an amazing talent show with participants from second grade to age 20. It was a tough one to judge, but exciting to see these young ones with so much talent and confidence. I managed to get on stage with one of the group dances. I’m paying for that today.
Sunday we attended church, the church picnic, I headed off to rehearsal and then a board meeting in the evening. I managed to hear snippets of the Vikings game as well as seeing most of the Packer game when I arrived home. We have an allegiance to both teams. We still love the Packers because we lived in Wisconsin until we were 24. I turned the game off before Aaron Rodgers won it for the team. Vikings won too, so for us it was a win – win situation.
Weekends are a time to regenerate. I slept in this morning. Too much activity for an old lady of 76, but chock full of fun. I use my weekdays to get my energy back. We all need a time to restart our engines. Even God took a day off after He finished creating the universe and all its inhabitants. Keeping busy is good for us, because it keeps us alive and vibrant.
With each day, I thank God for giving me another one. I know He will be with me throughout the coming week, even though my face is getting more wrinkled and my body is much closer to the ground. Life goes on. We live it, with God’s help, and we look forward to our final rest more and more each passing second.