It sure is foggy this morning. It would be a perfect morning to sleep in. I wish I had planned it better all those years ago when I thought it would be a swell idea to have one more child, a child who needs her hair brushed before school. What was I thinking?
I'm just kidding of course. The blessing of this last little daughter far outweighs any joy or satisfaction I could ever receive by staying in my nice cozy soft warm comfy bed on a dreary gray moist dark morning. Sure it does. I'm sure. Surely.
Because I'm such a non-morning person, I have found that I truly require my weekends for sleeping in. I fight my natural body rhythms all week, getting up hours and hours before I want to. Saturday morning is my time to make up for it. I know that all the studies show you can't make up sleep, but it works for me.
This past weekend, though, I had to wake up even earlier than school days because Jim and I attended a Weekend to Remember marriage conference. It's always surprising to me that after all these years together, after all the conferences we've been a part of in one capacity or another, we can come away with new insight, new resolve, and renewed commitment.
One of the things that is a key principle at these FamilyLife conferences is "My spouse is not my enemy." We have an enemy in marriage, an opposing force whose aim is to deter us from mirroring God's image, but it's not our spouse. This weekend I heard one lady say, "My husband is not my project." Good stuff. I know it's real easy for me to see the bumps and flaws in Jim that I could fix if he'd just let me at him with my axe and chisel. So it was a great weekend, even if the days did start early.
Saturday night was Date Night and we wondered what we should do, not being a couple who has much experience in this arena. The kids were all away from home for the evening. Our options were dancing, bowling, riding the mechanical bull, or coming home to watch Lonesome Dove on DVD. Because we are so edgy and free, we chose the latter.
You gotta love Robert Duvall. I think this was his finest role. Kinda makes me wish I'd been a cowgirl. They slept until 10:00 every morning, didn't they?
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That sounds like an interesting conference!
Kuddos to sleeping in on Saturdays. I do the same. I need to "catch-up". I get up 5am all during the week. My body needs the rest. I'm afraid though that half the time I bum around after I wake up late. hehehe
oh for sure they did. It's right there in their cowgirl motto.
Glad the weekend went well. I'd like to go to another one, sometime, now that we're on this side of the marriage fence.
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