It’s been one of those days, uh, weeks. One of “those” fast-forward kind of weeks. Part self imposed – part “life” imposed. The “life” part – what can ya do but smile and get through it! As for the self imposed part, I’ve been knee deep in paint and spackle while the Finkster’s been knee deep in bathroom tile. He’s my Bob the Builder and I’m his Wendy. This last sentence is further proof of how this week has made my mind mush! 
Getting a house ready to be sold sure is a lot of work! Shopping for a new home however, is much more fun. We found our dream home…YAY and will begin contract negotiations…blech. I’ll fill ya in as soon as we know it’s a deal! I’d really appreciate if you’d continue to pray for us.
So back to the subject line -
BMW or Lexus? Humm….BMW, for sure. Drat…Lexus.
Cement truck or sedan? Easy. Sedan. Yup, good choice!
Saturn coupe or sexy minivan (driven by a crazy Jersey girl)? Sexy minivan, always pick the sexy minivan – cause I won! Or did I?
No, I’m not adding buying a car to the buying a new house insanity!
This is a game I’ve grown quite fond of living here in northern Virginia. I decided to play it this morning in route to my doctor’s appointment.
What’s the name of the game you ask?
“Which car will accelerate faster off the green light to make up time for the buttload of bumper to bumper traffic in order to get to the other side of town for my doctor’s appointment.”
(Buttload = a lot. In bible talk, exceedingly abundant.)
Today I learned a bunch of new things:
1. At breakfast, that Jake’s buddy uses “Jell-O” every morning to make the front of his hair stick up. I have no intentions of clarifying this. 
2. On the road, that Rav4 drivers consiently do not appear to be fans of fast accelerations. 
3. At my doc’s, that my thyroid levels are fab-o and my vitamin D levels are still low-o. 
4. All, day, that I desperately hate having an acute episode of the hurry up and rush-itis. 
5. This afternoon, that weeds are still my favorite kind of flowers. 
6. Again this afternoon, that not only does Jake have a great rock skippin’ arm, he still likes to hold my hand in public.
I’ve had weeks like this before…heck, I’ve had months like this before! I guess the only difference is that this afternoon, I skipped unloading the dishwasher, folding laundry, making dinner, returning calls, emailing, writing, cleaning, Facebooking, etc. and instead went for a run/scooter ride with the boys. We stopped at the place I love to stop and pray…but today it felt more like worship…of all that God’s given me. Health, a beautiful family, and now…the home of our dreams. If I’m not on guard, I’ll forget to stop, invest, cherish, say thanks and years go by…
I know there will be a day that Cal will be bringing flowers to another girl and that Jake will want to hold another’s girl’s hand. I’m feeling a sense of urgency unlike any time in my parenting life to make these moments count…whether on a crazy or peaceful day.
Proverbs 4:3-9 (Message) talks about a child gaining wisdom from their parent. Our boys are watching us and if it’s just the hurry-up-itis and no rock skippin’, hand holdin’, flower givin’ days, they’re grow up to be rush-aholics and forget to smell the weeds. That’s all the more reason why I need to go to my parent, God, for wisdom. I need God’s wisdom every day, cause my “wisdom” (ahem, folly) says, checklist then fun – God’s wisdom today said, stop and smell the weeds with two very important boys.
When I was a boy at my father’s knee,
the pride and joy of my mother,
He would sit me down and drill me:
“Take this to heart. Do what I tell you—live!
Sell everything and buy Wisdom! Forage for Understanding!
Don’t forget one word! Don’t deviate an inch!
Never walk away from Wisdom—she guards your life;
love her—she keeps her eye on you.
Above all and before all, do this: Get Wisdom!
Write this at the top of your list: Get Understanding!
Throw your arms around her—believe me, you won’t regret it;
never let her go—she’ll make your life glorious.
She’ll garland your life with grace,
she’ll festoon your days with beauty.”
Do you struggle with trying to pick the “fastest lane” too?
Finkster, you rock!
