Tuesday, J had a date with my parents and was gone all day.
The rest of us had a good day, but we frequently stopped, looked at each other, and wondered what was wrong… My thoughts spun forward, thinking about how soon these sweet days with all my children home with me with end.
To console ourselves, we went to the library. I forgot it opens late on Tuesday, and we had half an hour to play in the park before it opened. Turns out, that park is gorgeous, with good climbing-trees and a stunning garden.
No matter how I coaxed, SweetP refused to put her skirt back on over her leotard. Eventually I gave up worrying about what everyone was going to think and let her play.
My heart stilled. I watched the bees busily feasting all around me, the girls tumbling down the hills, and O climbing the trees.
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:28-34