The fear of the LORD leads to life: Then one rests content, untouched by trouble.
Well, we’re home after a busy weekend of resting. Does that make any sense?
Anyway, for a quick recap we took off for Frankenmuth, MI about 10:00 Saturday morning. Rolled into town ‘round noon, checked in to our hotel and headed to Zhender’s for an unspeakably delicious family style dinner with all the fixin’s. We had this server named Andy who started off telling us about how very sore he was from roofing 12 hours a day during the week, and then working as a waiter on the weekends. Being the snot I am by nature my first instinct was to bury my face in my menu to send Andy a message, “Just take our orders and move along Spanky.” But the Lord is bigger and better than I am and after about 30 seconds I was seeing a sweet hard-working kid who I wanted to spend a little time talking to. I was interested in Andy and thinking to myself, Jesus is interested in him too. A little God shining through this silly heart to show me His love for the waiter with the sore muscles. By the time lunch was over, we had heard about Andy’s dog who had run away that morning (Andy was certain he’d return on his own) and the fact that wiener schnitzel smells really good when you carry a tray of it on your shoulder and turn the corner really fast. We took his picture before we left and he encouraged us to come back because “basically all the food here is great.” Andy, you are a wise man.
We did some bumming around town and some laying around our motel room. Lots of giggles that turned into snorting doubled over crying full on laugh fests. Silliness. Wrestling. Eating fudge and left over chicken in bed. Buying fattening snacks. Taking pictures in the same places we’ve been taking family pictures since I was a little kid.
I fell asleep to the sweet sounds of the Mr. and Daboyz playing games and being silly. Woke up at 5:45 to the sun peaking through trees blowing in the wind and soft snoring from the three main men in my life. We packed up and hit the road, Mc Donald’s breakfast in the car. Rode home listening to worship music and smiling on the inside.
Sunday afternoon we hooked up with my mom, my sister and bro-in-law for a final party planning session for Jay’s grad festivities in two weeks. We spent the first four hours eating too much barbecue and fudge and trying to learn how to play Texas Hold ‘em (I gave up). And the last hour nailing down details and laughing hysterically at what a terrible party planner I am. I was unable to figure out for sure if I’d invited 120 or 400 people to the party having sent, e mailed, called and hand delivered an untold number of invites. So if you got two or got none and you’re reading this, please just let me know if you’ll be there so I can have enough food. I’m pretty sure my mom was ready to slap me and my husband was ready to leave me by this point. My sister just sat with her head on the table and laughed at me. Pretty much typical stuff.
So it was a restful busy wonderful silly thoughtful planning eating smiling celebrating thanking joking playing reveling in God kind of a weekend. I highly recommend it. Can’t say I’m there yet like the verse above, “untouched by trouble”; but then again, I sure feel bullet-proof right about now.
And please, somebody tell me how many people are coming to the party?