So I took some time. I took the time when I got Bill up for the day and made his breakfast, to sit down and enjoy that breakfast together instead of rushing through it and on to his shower or getting dressed or me heading back out the door to finish chores. We took that time together, and enjoyed it.
|My lamb-watch seat in the hay mow|
I took the time, after chores were finished and Bill was settled with a good book that he's reading, to pour myself a cup of coffee and go back to the barn to sit and watch a ewe we're still waiting on to lamb. I watched the already born lambs romp and race and play, stretching their legs in the sunshine and green grass. And instead of grumbling to myself about how many things I would like to change in my barn routine, I took the time to think about the good changes we've already made that make chores easier and even allow Bill, in his wheelchair, to come to the barn and do some things with me. I took the time to be thankful that I still have hay in the barn to feed while we wait for the pasture to fully be ready to feed the sheep.
It was a good thing, to take that time, and the power of it remained with me through the day. I thought a lot, and prayed a lot, about Palm Sunday and the upcoming Resurrection Sunday and the meaning of that, and how to make this time real for my grandsons. I thought about my responsibilities and God's help and hand on my life.
I really needed that time today, that pause. Gives me the strength to continue...
By the way, we're still waiting on those last two ewes to lamb!