This morning, I got up, my mind running in a million directions. I had a doctor's appointment this morning, with a sitter coming over for my 2 year old. I had much shopping to accomplish all afternoon, my daughter was having a friend over after school, and then there was RCIA at church tonight (confirmation class that I am involved in). Not being much of a homebody, I was looking forward to the day of busyness.
Then, after my husband left to take the older three to school, my youngest son threw up. As I knelt there consoling him, my mind began to flood with the day's planned activities. The people I needed to call, the appt. to reschedule, etc. Then the disappointment set in. . .no shopping, no class tonight (my small group is great!), nothing. Nothing but staying home all day. I quickly changed out of my going-to-town clothes and put sweats on (no point in dressing up for vomit!).
After awhile, I began to think that maybe it would be good for me to be forced to stay home all day. I could make the peanut clusters I was planning to make. . .I could wash the floor. . .and most of all, I could play with my little boy and spend some quiet time with him. Though I am still sorry to be missing out on most of my plans, I am truly thankful that God has given me this quiet day to be together with my littlest child.