Crazy Peace.

So, yesterday was crazy "go to church for five hours" Sunday.
Really. I did.
(I know, I know, "Watch for Lightening"...ha.ha.ha)
I went to a meeting in the morning where my Dad spoke and went to meeting in the evening to support the young women in our congregation.
Both very awesome things, and I was happy to go. I really actually wanted to.

Now, my earlier/normal self would've justifiably justified (how's that for proper adjective usage?) staying home for my actual home church three hour block.
And...really, I wanted to stay home.
I wanted to lie in my bed and watch last week's Tivo'd Greys with a nice cold can of diet coke and a handful of Deak's Halloween candy.
But, I didn't.
I went, and it wasn't out of the pure goodness of my heart.
I kinda had to or Abby would've started doing "I get to miss Church" happy dance, and those dances are strictly reserved for important stuff...like the Superbowl.

Anyway, so it happened again.
I do something I don't want to do; I do it because in theory, I know it is a good thing to do.
And, then that "good thing to do" proves to me it's actually pretty awesome.

Amidst all the church-going, lesson planning, scrubbing a shower and toilet in a dress and heels, five loads of laundry and stuffing food into Deak's face every five seconds during our Sacrament to keep him happy, I found peace.
How crazy is that?

I think that's how it works for me.
I push through days like yesterday, try my best to "do" the things that I know are good, but really don't have time for...and then...
wah.la...
Something happens.
...and I get just enough...
enough warm, tropical, beach smelling, sand toeing...Peace.
(Because that is what peace feels like to me, and I believe the Big Guy gives it to us the way we like it).
And, even though my relationship with peace is totally jacked up and bi-polar at its' best...
I think I am actually beginning to figure out that trying to do the stuff that I think is dumb sometimes, but is actually good...is worth it.
Who knew?