Someone Had Other Plans for the Family...

It was an amazing morning -- it was 8:30, everyone was dressed, everyone was in the car, and most importantly, everyone was in a good mood. Seemed like we were going to get to the church on time and have a good day.

And then E. decided that her little tummy wasn't feeling well, and without a second thought felt the car was a perfect place to get sick. You can't help but laugh at something like that; besides, a 14-month-old child doesn't know any better. All she knows is that she doesn't feel well, and after taking care of things she was back to her old self. So, less than two miles from home, we made the wide turn through the closest interchange and headed back to the house.

There was still a chance that MB and I could have at least made it to Sunday school, but Mother Nature thought differently and opened up the spigot. So right now, E. is playing in the basement, MB is bouncing back and forth between watching the Noggin network and playing with some new Silly Putty that she has acquired, and A. is making homemade gazpacho and flan for dinner tonight (which are two dishes that I highly recommend you try if you haven't already).

And me? I'm getting to enjoy one of those incresingly rare moments in my life -- sitting in the office out behind our house, lights out, windows open, enjoying the sounds of a springtime thunderstorm: the rain beating off the roof, a cool breeze blowing through the trees in the yard and the windows of this little room, the occasional distant rumble of thunder, and the silence that comes with the absence of cars speeding up and down our street.

I suppose that this morning -- this moment -- was provided for a reason, a "time to be silent" (Ecclesiastes 3:7).