The End of a Lovely Weekend

It's Sunday night, again.  The end of another great weekend.  I spent a long weekend with my beloved hubby in our cabin in the mountains.  Just the two of us.  Quiet, calm, peaceful.  No drama.  No fussing.  It rained for most of the weekend.  On Thursday, it was not raining and we drove over to the orchard store in Tiger, GA, and shopped for jams and jellies and yummies.  We bought our usual seedless blackberry jam and honey apple butter.  We also replenished our sorghum syrup.  We bought some "sweet and tangy" barbecue sauce that was very good on our barbecued pork chops on Saturday.  On Friday, after a very rainy Thursday night, we drove over to Hiawassee to visit my aunt and uncle.  This is my Aunt Gloria, who is my mother's only sister.  She and her husband, Uncle Don, helped to raise me and my brother.  We spent lots of time with them and their kids growing up.  It was a great visit.  we reminsced about camping trips when I was a kid and caught up on what everyone has been doing.  We took them to lunch and then shopped at the local thrift and antique stores.  A very pleasant afternoon.  On Saturday, we basically did NOTHING.  It was another one of those rainy days.  When I got up on Saturday morning, I started a fire in the fireplace that we kept going all day.  We sat in front of the fire and watched TV, read, and napped for the majority of the day.  Relaxed.  Nowhere to go, nothing that had to be done. 

But now, it's Sunday.  We had to pack it all up and come on back home.  Once you get home, it all has to be unpacked.  Laundry must be done.  The lazy teenager must be constantly prompted to work on the English project that is due on Wednesday that he has known about for a month and hasn't worked on.  The dinner must be cooked and dishes cleaned up.  I'm tired.  It's back to the grind again. 

But I will say this.  Thank you, Lord, for giving me a lovely weekend with my lovely family.  Thank you for giving me a house to come home to and a lazy teenage grandson that I love with all my heart.  Thank you for giving me food to cook and clothes to wash.  I think sometimes that when we only find fault with what we have, whether it be a job, or the fact that we have to laundry or yard work, God looks and says, "She doesn't appreciate what I've given her," and He might start taking things away.  We should always be grateful for our blessings, even if they don't seem like blessings sometimes.  If we didn't have them, we would surely miss them.  I'm learning.