I’ve been whining about the sorting of post-care-giving issues, haven’t I?
OK, here comes a celebration of the freedom that seeps back into life.
Today I’m roasting Hatch Chiles. Most people are all about pumpkin products as summer turns to autumn. But these beauties from New Mexico make the season for me. Wish I could share the aroma with you.
It is not a fast process, but I can take my time on a blessedly slow Saturday morning. Did I mention the aroma?
I’m not having to watch over my shoulder, or listen for booms and bangs, or make sure someone isn’t too close to the oven.
Because today I don’t have to.
Last night we had friends over for some prayer and Bible study, and we sat out on our recently cleaned deck because it was a lovely evening and because nobody had to stay in the house on safety patrol, or to administer meds, or clean up a bathroom, or or or or anything else.
Because we didn’t have to.
If you’re in the midst of care giving (as we were for more than two decades), savor your respite time. It is a break from what you’re in all the time, but it is also a taste of something that is coming.
Because what you’re doing today will not be forever.
The Book of Common Prayer captures what I’m trying to say, albeit in the cosmic sense,
Almighty God, who after the creation of the world didst rest
from all thy works and sanctify a day of rest for all thy
creatures: Grant that we, putting away all earthly anxieties,
may be duly prepared for the service of thy sanctuary, and
that our rest here upon earth may be a preparation for the
eternal rest promised to thy people in heaven; through Jesus
Christ our Lord. Amen.