Krewe of Centaur parade in Shreveport, Louisiana. Where to begin?
Usually, there is only one parade we go to during Mardi Gras season- and we only do that one because it basically starts in my backyard. However, this year, my sister and her family came in from Dallas and wanted to go to the big parade- the one you go to with your family and 300,000 of your closest friends.
Call me a hater, but I was less than enthusiastic.
Nevertheless, I decided to brave it because life is full of choices and the one facing me was whether to sit at home and do laundry and edit pictures or to spend time investing in the relationships with my sister and her family.
And lo and behold, the weather was glorious, there was a huge grassy hill that our kids played on for hours, and it was actually not too crowded and not too uncomfortable.
It was fun.
"Lift up your heads, O you gates; be lifted up you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O you gates; lift them up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Who is he, this King of glory? The Lord Almighty- he is the King of glory." Psalm 24:7-10
I can't wait for that Day that He comes and we can really celebrate in spirit and in truth.
But for now, I'm glad I went on Saturday.
Until the King of glory comes in all his beauty and all his fullness, I'll keep trying to learn from what he teaches me by the choices we make in the meantime.
And next time, it will be an even easier decision. Love before laundry every time.
(And here's to the 5%, Amy!)