Can Two Walk Together, Except They Be Going to the Same Store? (standard:humor, 903 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 18 2017	Views/Reads: 1732/1229	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I must say that my wife and I are good partners in just about everything except in this area of relaxation. However, every good relationship has its opposites. The important thing is to recognize the opposite and not allow that to define the relationship.

After about a million days of toil, sweat and aggravation, the Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage and I decided to take a few days off and 
relax. 

I am not a real expert when it comes to relaxing. I have not pursued a
PhD in relaxing and therefore it is a foreign theme to me. 

Of course, I have advised many people to chill out, relax a little bit
and not get so excited about things. What doctor do you know who takes 
his own medicine? Or, what pastor do you know that listens to his own 
sermon? 

I could preach a sermon to beat all sermons on relaxing and not getting
so uptight about things. You would think after listening to some of 
these sermons that I was an expert in this area. My expertise is only 
in telling other people what they should be doing. I do not have time 
to listen to my own sermons. 

My wife and I realized a month or so ago that we have not taken a day
off in over six months. Actually, we were trying to figure out the last 
time we did take a day off. 

“I think,” my wife said most reflectively, “that we should take a day
off and relax.” 

It has been my policy throughout my marital life to not disagree with my
wife. This was one of those times when I was in full agreement with her 
statement. It doesn't happen often, when it does, it is time to 
celebrate. 

For us, a couple days off takes a couple months of planning and when I
say planning, I mean planning. 

We had to coordinate the date with the rest of our family, and with the
church schedule. 

I fully understand that the church will run quite well without me, but I
have conned myself into believing that it can't. That means, I have to 
make special plans for when I take a day off. 

It did not take me long to rearrange my schedule, but it was a different
story with my wife. 

She had to coordinate her schedule for a couple days off with both of
the daughter's schedule because she watched the grandchildren while the 
parents were working. It took several months for her to coordinate all 
of the schedules and finally, voilà, we arranged a time that we could 
“leave Dodge,” and head to St. Augustine for a couple days off. We left 
after the Sunday evening service and our plan was to return Wednesday 
before the Wednesday night service. If you plan something right, it all 
comes together. 

We left that Sunday night and headed for our motel to settle down for
several days of rest and frivolity. I do admit that I have a PhD in 
frivolity and so I was ready to frivole. (Pardon my French). 

When we woke up Monday morning, I began to realize that my definition of
rest was not exactly the definition my wife embraced. 

For me rest is staying in bed with a cup of coffee in one hand and a
good book in the other hand. Actually, in my hand was my tablet, which 
had my Kindle app, which contains over 300 books. The hardest decision 
I had was to choose which book I was going to read first. 

I had recently purchased the Kindle edition of The Complete Father Brown
Mysteries by G. K. Chesterton. Oh, that Father Brown. What an 
interesting character he is. 

I had just got into the first story when I heard from my wife, “Well,
are you ready to go?” 

It was then I discovered her definition of rest is not my definition of
rest. 

Her definition of rest is to visit all the thrift stores in the St.


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