The end of my day brings me as much delight as the beginning. Life at the church changes on Thursday evenings. There are no crazy Awanas kids, no high school group, no AA meetings... The staff picks up to head home and a new staff claims church property as the gardeners come to trim the bushes and Mamer comes to clean our offices. Neighborhood kids bring their basketball and start shooting hoops near the edge of the parking lot. The YMCA parking lot adjacent to ours is filled with people hoping to carve off ten more pounds... and our little cottage rests quietly in the corner. The door is propped open for a nice breeze flow and the sound of lawn mowers bring a serene sense of reality to church world. This is my hour of solitude. JD is coaching football and all of my tasks are completed for the day. Feeling inspired with Donald Miller's "Through Painted Deserts" in my hand, I walk outside the door, down our 3 steps, across the tiny lawn with the avocado tree in the corner, and I crawl into the perfect climbing tree. Donald's writing dazzles me for a bit and I feel my entire body slip into a peaceful trance of serenity. After a few chapters, I am daydreaming and semi-listening to the boys play basketball below me. They are my next project. Chocolate chip cookies for the basketball kids.
I close my book and hop out of the tree as the alarm on my phone tells me JD will be home soon. I whisper thank you to God for this peaceful day and scoot into our little cottage to prepare some leftovers ;)
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