Good morning, my friends. Today is cloudy, rainy, and cool here in Pennsylvania. It is the perfect day to stay inside and do the typical daily activities I sometimes take for granted. With the Ukrainian people being displaced and attacked, I feel helpless here, being one woman on the other side of the world. What could I possibly do? Of course, I pray. Always pray. And in addition, I thought that perhaps if the only thing I can do is my daily chores, I will do them with joy in my heart. How could that help? I suppose it can't. But when I begin to complain about unloading groceries, I will think about a Ukrainian wife and mother who has fled her home in fear. The same home where she arranged food items in her cupboards just a few weeks ago. When I sigh because I have yet another load of laundry to fold, I will do it with joy in honor of a woman unknown to me that would be so very happy to be in her own home doing laundry but is now scared and alone in a foreign country. And when I become impatient because my husband is late from work and dinner is on the table, I will think of the many women who said goodbye to their husbands who remained to fight and preserve their beloved homeland.
This past weekend we spent some time at our camp, unplugged from the Internet and all the chaos it brings. We played games, watched movies, ate takeout food, and took naps. It was good for the soul. I showered and put on my cozy clothes when we returned while Steve took Flynn out to dinner. He does that often with our kids, and I am always so thankful for the bond he forms with each one.
Kirby enjoyed the view from camp.
And because camp is near my old hometown, we stopped and visited with my dear daddy, who I miss every single day.
Flynn with her yummy sundae at dinner last night.
I hope you have a nice day today, my friends.
I promise I will be around to get caught up with you.
Thanks for visiting!