Quiet Sunday

The sun is up, and it is already warm. We're in for another hot day. But it is pleasant to be awake in this early part of the morning.

This morning I finished off my preparations for our Sunday School class. I really enjoy teaching the career class--an eclectic group, different places in life, thoughtful discussion, good questions. Our study of Ruth followed a study of Ephesians, and I think we will move to Acts next. This morning I was reflecting on the people in Christ's genealogy; he could have chosen any family line, and his is peopled with sinners and outsiders. What great comfort there is in the fact that this is Jesus' clear choice. Tamars and Rahabs and Ruths and Bathshebas--he brings them together as his grandmothers. The fact that Rahab is Boaz' mother stood out to me this morning, too; no wonder he was so compassionate to the outsider Ruth.

The children slept through the night and until now; I hear Jack calling now. I wonder whether Lily will go in an entertain him until "Mr. Sun comes up." That is their usual routine; Lily must stay in her room until her Mr. Moon nightlight turns from blue to yellow, and becomes Mr. Sun. But if she wants to go in an entertain Jack if he's stirring, she may. She loves to fill his crib with toys and books, and sometimes "reads" to him or sings the ABC song with him. While I never want her to feel that she is in charge of Jack, I love that she desires so genuinely to help him.

Yesterday was a thorough housecleaning day, and my little study is finally free from miscellaneous papers and clutter. I hate clutter, yet I can tune it out when I am overwhelmed by the other activities of life. Yesterday I attacked it, and I must say that it is encouraging to be able to get everything set back right in one day. Makes me feel like less of a candidate for the show Hoarders.

Lily has run in calling, "I am the rescuer!" and would like me to go get Jack. I shall. Another good Sunday.