Today is one of those days when I did not get too many things checked off my “to do” list.  In fact, I added more things than I removed.  Tuesday is my day off from any volunteer duties at school and I love having one uninterrupted day to get a lot of things done.  I feel efficient when I can focus on a project, housecleaning, or errands and knock them out quickly. So on a day when the “to do” list grows longer instead of shorter I feel like my day was a failure.  Maybe “failure” is too strong of a word, but I feel like I have not given my best.  Some days I do give my best knock things off the list only to add more immediately; on those days, though, I am proud of myself.

Tonight I was feeling frustrated at my self for not getting more accomplished.  I looked at my list and added more.  I was trying to get organized for the rest of the week so I could make up for “lost time”.  I sorted through children’s papers, school pictures, school calendars, and signed a security form so I could help with upcoming TCAP assessments.  I mentally planned out the rest of my week juggling this and that in my head in order to get everything done.  I wished I had spent my day more efficiently.   

I thought back over my day and realized why I was so “behind”.  Thinking about my day, it dawned on me that some things can’t be measured on a “to do” list.  I had spent my day much more wisely than I was giving myself credit for.  Today I strengthened my love for and friendship with my husband. 

After dropping the kids at school I came back home and had a cup of coffee with my Hubby.  It was a rainy morning and we watched the weather and news together just relaxing.  Our morning together turned into some great conversation time.  I poured my heart out to him about all kinds of things that I can’t blog about.  Things that were burdening me, but I just was starting to begin to articulate.  Things I had been in prayer about.  He is a wonderful listener.  He knows me so well and helps me understand myself sometimes. 

It was a great conversation. He talked, I talked; each of us encouraging, enlightening, and just listening to the other.  He is a wonderful man.  We have our differences, but on days like today I fall deeper into love with him. As cheesy as it sounds I would be lost without him. Today with my husband was one of those days that makes me think of Ephesians 5:28-33:

In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. After all, no one ever hated his own body, but he feeds and cares for it, just as Christ does the church—for we are members of his body. "For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh." This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church. However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.

The relationship of Christ to His church is illustrated by that of a husband to his wife; “This is a profound mystery.”  I know our marriage is not perfect and we do not always get it right, but today I felt like I got a small moment of perfection.  I got a small instant of understanding of the relationship between Christ and the church; understanding that I could relate to and touch, hold and cry on. 

I hope more rainy days turn into nights with untouched “to do” lists…