My sister and her girls are coming tomorrow to visit. It’s their spring break this week so she came down yesterday to stay with my parents. They’ve spent the past two days there hanging out with them. This morning I called my dad back because he’d called a couple of days ago just to see in general how things were going. This evening I called my sister again to see if they’d be here tomorrow for lunch. “If we are, is that a problem?”, she asked. “No”, I said, “that’ll be fine.”

Tonight I’m working on a list of food and tasks. Holy Week is a little like the Christmas stretch where there are meals that need to be thought of ahead of time, something to bring somewhere and everything interspersed with church. It’s all fine as long it’s planned and you have the supplies you need. It’s a delicate balance. My mother-in-law is hosting again this year and is looking forward to having more space for tables. I don’t think I’m going to worry about dressing up.

Rest is the constant return of my life, trying to conserve and restore energy for the week’s activities. I wished I could go back into work today, but I have to just trust that God’s will is being done in their lives and mine. If it’s his will, then in time, I will be able to do more. And if not, or until then, there are still plenty of things to do here, and still much more than I could ever have before imagined. Dad and the kids went to church tonight. One day at a time is still a gift.