31 Days: Every Little Thing

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This post is part of my 31 Days of the Almost Empty Nest series. I’m writing in community with the thirty-one dayers. Women all over the world are joining together in the month of October to write every day about something they’re passionate about. Check out some of the other writers here. So much good stuff. To read my first post, with links to all the days, go here. 

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I had plans of getting up at 5 a.m. and writing my 31 days post before heading off to work this morning. But then I remembered Jeff is teaching a late class tonight. And Jeffrey has sectionals far into the evening. And thus we have another characteristic of the almost-empty nest: the alone-alone. I thought you all would make excellent company. You, and my box of cracked pepper & olive oil Triscuits (oh, how I love them). I will probably be sharing in more than one post this month about dinner ideas for the almost-empty nest but tonight I must stave off the hungries long enough to wait for Jeff. My favorite Triscuits are the perfect remedy.

I also remembered that today is the launch date for my friend Deidra’s book Every Little Thing: Making a World of Difference Right Where You Are. Remembering this lovely book reminded me of another thing about the almost-empty nest that I love: more time for reading!

Teddy’s departure for college coincided with the departure of my work at The High Calling, and for a time I was slogging through a double whammy of grief. But now that the dust has settled I am appreciating the lack of deadlines and though I still feel like I’m parenting in deeper and diverse ways in this almost-empty, I’ve found that I have larger chunks of uninterrupted time to sit down and enjoy a good book. I may even have time to read a book in one sitting, as I did with Deidra’s Every Little Thing. It’s just that good.

In this book, Deidra reminds me of the truth that I am loved. And more than that, I am loved for who I am. It sounds simple, I know, but this happens to be something that I often forget and don’t even realize I’ve forgotten it until I find myself exhausted from striving, working so hard to be loved and accepted. I’m willing to bet you do the same thing. Are you worn out from all the trying? Let Deidra’s voice bring you back to that place of assurance where you will not question your worth, but see yourself through the loving eyes of your Maker. I love the way Deidra tells the stories of scripture, in her own dear voice, in that down-to-earth way she has. She always speaks an old familiar in a fresh way to my ear.

Ok, Triscuits are all gone (relax, the box was not full. Not completely … ) but before I go, I want you to know that I love this book so much, I’m going to give a copy away to one lucky reader to celebrate Deidra’s launch day. Just leave a comment by Friday morning and I’ll announce the winner then. And for a little fun, I’m sharing the video I sent to Deidra for her launch party in Nebraska.

And just so you know, this all goes very well with Triscuits.

Almost Empty

 

Comments

  1. says

    Sweet voice of yours…and I love the Triscuits too! [though not as much as my husband who eats them nearly every night with his salad. [my empty nest has me free of cooking except on the weekends when friends or our family come over. And that I like!} I would love to read Deidra’s book. I’ve heard so many good things about it! 🙂

    • says

      I like the thought of “free of cooking”, Kathy :). We’ve been doing more kind of “snacky” meals for the two of us. When Jeffrey is home, there is more a sense of normalcy. But we are learning a new normal! Triscuits and cheese can be rather filling :).

    • says

      I never thought of it that way, Constance, but you named it! I used my computer camera for the pic and video and the book cover being backwards was the sacrifice. But now you’ve given me a reason to love it :).

  2. says

    Sometimes these transitions do require a grieving period & I needed the reminder that it is ok, Laura. Thank you. I can’t wait to get a copy of Deidra’s book!
    Bless you,
    Dawn

  3. says

    Empty nest, remember how hard it was to not have our daughter with us when she stayed in the USA for college and we returned to Bolivia. The day after we arrive back to our Bolivian house and I was sitting up my kitchen I just started crying. It felt so empty to sit it up without our Tara, she was the best at organizing. Ministry and life went on and I did stop crying. Then our son left for the Marines training after 9/11. Every letter he finally got to write revealed how much out boy was becoming a United States Marine. Both times I thought about how much God the Father must have missed His Son even thought their communications was beyond cell phones. How proud He must have felt as He watched Him be who His was, all God, all man. Thanks for the giveaway even if I do not win it. Great post.

    • says

      I can’t imagine, Betty! Our boy is only four hours away and there are days I miss him so much I can feel it under my skin. Yes, this is a way to see deeper into the Father’s heart. Thank you for reminding me of that. And thank you for sharing your beautiful heart here.

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