Homesick.
My parents were here today, and getting caught in the crossfire of the conversation between my dad and my contractor/good friend, I realized that I'm going to need to be less involved in my church. They were talking about the necessity of being able to keep one's promises, in the following order:
- to God
- to your family (spouse first, then children)
- to your church
- to your employer
- to your government
While they were talking, I realized that with my son on the way, my priorities were going to have to shift. But the more I thought about it, the more I
wanted them to and the more that I was
glad that they were going to shift. Recently, I have been very involved in various activities in and for my church. One week, Rachel noticed that I had something church-related for almost every day of that particular week--
- Sunday: Choir for both morning and evening services
- Monday: Meeting for breakfast with a friend/mentor who is a deacon at my church.
- Tuesday: Small group Bible study in the evening with my wife.
- Wednesday: Choir practice for morning choir
- Thursday: Tutoring of underprivileged children, arranged by the church.
- Friday: Early Morning Men's Bible Study
Weeks like this one, and
the past month of ushering and choiring at the same church service, have been fun and great and glorious and all, but things will be changing, and I think that I want them to. Talking with my folks about it at dinner tonight, I finally put a word to this feeling of being too busy:
I'm homesick. I realized that I have likely been confusing priorities #1 and #3 above, and that needs to be fixed. I want to be at home, darn it, and not go out so darn much, even if it is in service to the church. This is like due to the convergence of at least two things: A nifty new kitchen and den and the novelty thereof, a little one on the way and the nesting instinct therefrom, and the fact that there are a few rooms in my house, both virtual and real, that are disaster areas and desperately need attention.
So yeah, something's going to give, at least if I have anything to say about it, which I do. Here's to Home Sweet Home, and the happy operation thereof.
