Middle daughter and her two kiddos arrived here from Ghana ten days ago.
They're staying in our spare room, although the kiddos love to camp out on our bedroom floor most nights.
This morning, they all went to spend the day at a friend's house.
I'm home alone for the first time in ten days.
It's quiet, and I did look forward a bit to morning devotions uninterrupted.
But first, I tromped down the stairs for a refill in my coffee cup and a leftover blueberry muffin from yesterday's breakfast.
Then, I decided to unload and reload the dishwasher and tidy up the kitchen.
Oh, and shake out the area rugs that the kid's tracked bark dust in on, then run a quick vacuum over the wood floors.
Might as well put a load of laundry on to wash, too.
The kitchen trash needs taken out as well, so I step outside and see…
the kiddie pool moved to a new spot, so a permanent circle isn't left in the lawn…
oldest granddaughter's bike and helmet not put away after yesterday evening's bike ride...
only grandson's bike helmet was left out too, as was the fork from last night's s'mores, made while we sat around the fire...
a paper airplane lies on the patio, while another half dozen are here and there inside the house when I step back in the patio door…
I also see the books we all checked out on a trip to the library yesterday, here and there and everywhere, so I corralled them in a basket…
Finally, I head up to my office and open Proverbs 15.
I'm charting the contrast between the wise and the foolish.
I'm stopped dead in my tracks at verse 6.
"In the house of the righteous, is great, (priceless), treasure…"
I smile to myself, and know it's true.
I've seen it all around me all morning long,
and I can't wait until those rambunctious, noisy grandkids of mine walk back in the door.