so as my mom mentioned in the comments of my last post, the irony of my spiritual musings was this... while i was deep in thought about what God was teaching me about how I should or would be spending my last few lenten moments, and how i should relinquish control and let Him lead me ...even through sickness and other household chaos... hero had snuck up onto our kitchen counter top, got a jar of honey, and had been quietly pouring it all over mary. the whole jar, on her little sister (and on the carpet).
just as i clicked "post", mary started to fuss... and so i walked out of the bedroom to see what was up. and i just laughed... long and loud. as i took pictures, as i pulled off all the sticky jammies, as i bathed them, as mary threw up a LOT of honey after the bath, as i cleaned the mess... it actually made me feel good, like God was hearing me and was saying, 'Yep, your right...let it all go... and let me make things little more crazy so that you can put your words into action.'
and we did get to have a glorious easter, by the way... but more on that later. for now, observe my final lenten sacrifice.