The last few weeks for our family have been crazy with things competing for time. With school starting, trying to get our house sold and Levi’s ever present medical issues, our days and evenings get packed fairly quickly And things can get thrown out of wack quite easily.
Saturdays are typically when I bake a loaf of bread for Sarah and the kids. This is a huge help to her and it keeps the kids sane. Last Saturday, had been more full of activities than usual. We got family photos taken in the morning. After that, much of our day was taken up with the kids and their cousins getting their pupper-fix at a local event for dog owners. It had been a good day, but there were more tasks ahead that I was giving a higher priority than baking the bread (I don’t like the phrase “too busy”). As I mentioned, we are trying to get our house sold, so unfortunately this meant spending a good chunk of time mowing the yard. Between mowing, the neighborhood abuzz with excitement when a loaded horse trailer showed up down the street and kid duties while my wife was gone, I made the call. The bread would have to wait until tomorrow night.
Saturday night was a bit rough for everyone, including both kids waking up with a stomach ache. When Sunday morning came, we decided we would hang out at the house and watch the service online from our old church before heading to a couple of open houses. The service was good. It was on Genesis 32:22-30. It related to me with what our current church was going over in Ephesians and how God can use normal to being about dependence on Him.
As Sunday wore on, my stomach started to ache. I figured it was my turn for whatever hit the kids the night before. After many attempts to calm my stomach and several hours passing, my wife finally said “you don’t look so good.” Long story short, Sunday didn’t end the way I expected and instead of baking bread or cooking fat bombs for the kids or a myriad of other activities that could have served my family, it ended with me at the hospital and Monday morning held my first surgery, an appendectomy. Three weeks later, things would finally be back to status-quo enough to get bread made.
The whole ordeal made me realize that it’s hard to pick priorities, but I’m trying not to say “tomorrow” to the kids too much. In closing, I’m reminded of a quote my buddy Bryan over at Raising Godly Children (a fellow ketonian) sent me as I lay waiting for surgery. Slightly out of context of our conversation, but still applicable.
“Tomorrow is the devil’s day, but today is God’s.”
– J.C. Ryle