My weekends are filled with typical everyday life -- grocery shopping (during which I often send chat friends pictures and humorous reviews of things I see in stores,) workout, chores, church, and sometimes family events.
The bakery at one store I frequent was giving out samples of the most delectable lemon cookies I've ever had -- I'm going to have to go back sometime to buy a box (and hopefully share with my neighbor so I don't eat them all!)
I usually allow myself one "bad" (fried, fatty, and sugary!) food day on the weekend -- yesterday I made spaghetti alfredo for the first time in weeks. (I prefer spaghetti noodles to the thicker fettucine.)
I've often lamented over how "boring" my weekends (and generally, my whole life) is, but talking to those with families made me think differently.
A woman I used to know who's raising 4 kids on her own once wrote me, "What you call boring -- I see as stability -- and I wish I had that in my life."
Another guy I know who's had one heck of a topsy turvy life (his wife almost died while having their baby; a family member came to help, but fought with them the whole time; he just moved his family to another country, etc.) wrote and said, "I can see that you have peace in your life -- which something I wish I had in mine -- but I don't."
Similarly, a married friend has family that is always making questionable decisions (but know better,) and she and her husband are constantly having to bail someone out, rather than getting to enjoy their life together.
When I hear stories like this... Suddenly my "boring" life doesn't seem so bad.
And when it's especially "quiet," I try to remember to thank God for the peace and stability He's blessed me with that day.
Great thread,
@Churchgoer!
