That's how I would sum up my weekend.
Let me explain.
Saturday started out rather well. I fixed a nice dinner for us at home and the night before had made 2 batches of fudge (peanut butter and chocolate..yum!) for the church dinner we were to have on Sunday. I made it then so I wouldn't have to worry about it Saturday night. I had to go to the store then and wouldn't be back until late.
I had told Damon Friday night when he came in from work the fudge was for the dinner on Sunday so he'd know not to eat it. All was well until we were all fixing to leave and go our ways Saturday afternoon (him to work and me and Makayla to the store). I looked and the fudge had been almost halfway taken by Damon!
I gave him a pretty hard time about it, I'll admit. I probably shouldn't have, but I felt like all the work I put into helping myself have an easier time that night had just went down the drain. I guess I felt like no matter what I touch sometimes (housework, food prep, etc) it is under appreciated because as soon as its done, sometimes it all comes un-done.
Those of you with little children know what I'm talking about.
So, off we all went on our separate ways. I was stewing for the good first half of our outing. I wish I could say I handled it better, but I didn't. I was mad.
Finally, when I was on the brink of tears, I knew I needed to talk to my best friend. So I called her. I am SO glad I did. While ranting and going on and then saying, "I know I shouldn't be upset over something so trivial, I have a great husband and great child, he's got a job, we've got a roof over our heads, food on our tables, etc, etc, etc"..and she cut me off and said, "Yeah of course you do, but this is something that matters to YOU. And you matter."
Those last 3 words were exactly what I was needing to hear. That I mattered. My day that had started as a lemon, suddenly was made as sweet as a peach.
And that peachy feeling continued on Sunday. We had a wonderful morning church service, followed by communion, followed by the dinner. I got to enjoy fellowship with my brothers and sisters in Christ, and was even able to laugh about the whole 'fudge incident' the day before.
Then we had some unexpected, but welcome visitors stop by our house to chat for a bit. It was such a blessing to see an old friend and meet a new one. :-) Definitely a friend who has come a long way. It hasn't been an easy road for him, Damon and I prayed many times for him, but Praise God he is doing well now and in a new relationship with a sweet girl.
As if all of that weren't enough, the sweetness continued! Church Sunday evening was to be a special event as we had the hanging of the greens in church. I had participated in this in another church in the past, but it had been a long time ago. I was excited from the time they mentioned it until tonight and rightfully so. It was a wonderful time in the Lord..we had the best singing, sang Christmas hymns, decorated the tree and learned the meaning of the ornaments and decorations, and fellowshipped with one another. It was a blessing, indeed.
So though my weekend started out as a lemon, it definitely ended on a sweet note. As sweet as a peach.
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