Home Sweet Home

So it's Friday of a week I have been dreading for awhile. Rob has been in Minneapolis since Sunday and I was not looking forward to a week on my own with the kids. Surprisingly, it has been a week filled with joy. Each day, of course, has had it's frustrating moments, but overall it has been really nice and really simple. Which begs the question, "Why don't I feel like this when daddy is home? What is really different?" I didn't cook fancy dinners while Rob was gone, but he doesn't really want me to anyway. I did the laundry, cleaned the house, played with the kids, hung out with friends, and helped my daughter set up her new apartment. I also refinished an armoire, gutted and cleaned my craft room, and did some gardening. I brought a meal to a friend, took Connor to the doctor, went to a book club, and babysat a few days. None of these are things I can't or don't do when Rob is home, so why did it feel so different this week? Not sure what the answer is, but I am sure that it lies within me and not anybody else. The only thing I know for sure is that each morning I prayed for God's peace and guidance. I tried to remember to ACCESS the power of God every day. He has been laying a scripture on my heart all week, about having an outer form of godliness but denying its power. I'm pretty sure I spend a lot of useless energy trying to pull the wagon myself, instead of asking God to show me everyday where He wants me. With Rob out of town, I stayed home more instead of finding reasons to escape. I focused on my home and my kids for a change and realized how blessed I am.