So Toni left early Friday morning with some girlfriends to go shopping in Pennsylvania. (Apparently there’s no sales tax there.) Happy for her, but that left three men alone in the Nieuwhof house.
It was a pretty predictable weekend. We barbecued everything. Except the Kraft Dinner. And I went on a two day vegetable fast. Nothing spiritual. I just didn’t want to eat vegetables.
We also watched too much tv and a lot of sports and un-chick flicks like Ironman. It was a great time. It kind of all reached its zenith on Sunday with steaks on the bbq and nobody ate anything but steak. It got out of control when the kids dared me to eat a tablespoon of cinnamon. Naturally, I did. Unbelievably painful. If you don’t believe me, try it. But don’t sue me when you can no longer breathe and every bit of moisture gets sucked out of your body.
I can’t wait for her to get home tonight. As much as we want to exercise our freedom to do the things we don’t get to do enough of, I found myself making a salad by late Sunday afternoon. I wouldn’t mind seeing a movie she’d like to see. Can’t wait to eat more nutritious food. The good that we mildly rebel against is actually a good we need and actually love.
Kind of the way it is with God, isn’t it? Sometimes we like to exercise our freedom in ways we think are fun, but in reality, His way is the best way. Tonight, I’m so welcoming that ‘way’ again.