Is it just in ministry? Is it just my life?
One reality that I have accepted is that my life is never ordinary, in a rut or regular, and that is in large part because I can count on interruptions to my plan daily.
I may have nothing scheduled but I can count on Rita coming over, or my co-missionary calling or Carlos text messaging me . . .
There is always something.
I am very grateful for this, since it guarantees that my life will never be boring.
At moments I would like no one to call me, no one to need something, and no one to come over.
I've been needing to deal with the mountain ranges of clean laundry I have piled up (and piled, and piled and piled . .) , and since we went to the swimming pool the other hot day, I've got those towels in another pile along with all the swimming gear here and there dispersed around the usual toys, used sippy cups and forgotten this and that that the children leave as a trail - I'm guessing in case they ever get lost . . .
To deal with the heat of the day and the energy of the kids and my list of "to do" I sent them outside to play in the small pool and when they came back in the house I had them take off their wet clothes and allowed them to put on a video of Blues Clues while I worked. Not feeling the need to require them to put clothes on, because - hey, I've got nothing planned nor know of anyone coming over, the day is my own - *roll eyes here* - and they like to be "organic" anyway . . . .
Wouldn't you know my brother John popped in. Literally, he was in Ensenada for a something and he wanted to just say hi! I think he was a bit flustered (as was I) at finding two birthday suited kids jumping up and down at his arrival!
What can I say?
I know better.
It was a good thing he did snap me back to reality since it's much better an uncle getting enthusiastically mooned then the pastor for the Deaf. Because, yes, as soon as my little flashers could, they were dressed and more suitable for company when pastor Carlos and his little boy dropped in needing to use my printer and ask a few questions.
And my mountains of laundry? Still there for me to work on tomorrow.
Although, tomorrow Rita is coming by . . .