Sometimes you just need a day to lounge around in your PJ's. Apparently this is going to be one of those days. Of course, I didn't plan it that way. Who does? Right now, I should be leaving to take Owen to school and then it would be all about running errands, some real and some contrived, until it was time to pick him up. Once again, it would have been a jam packed day ending with a rushed sweep of the house to prepare for yet another evening of guests. Apparently, God had a different plan. Yesterday, as I was returning from a busy morning, I cut the corner too close, hit the wall in my driveway, and popped the tire. Consequently, Neil had to take the van to work this morning so he could get new tires put on the car. I made a small effort to get Owen to school, but then just decided to declare this Pajama Day.
As I type this, Owen, Blake and Madison are sliding down a make shift slide made out of an old sturdy shelf and the ottoman, each of them donning their PJ's. Funny, but they don't seem a bit concerned about my daily agenda put on hold. At this moment, neither do I. In fact, I'm seeing it as a blessing, an expensive one, but a blessing none the less. Sometimes I need to stop, take pause, and just enjoy the freedom I've been given.
This has been an insane week. Sometimes I don't even know how I do it. With three kids, a husband and a dog, More than Moms, the Whisler campaign, the Neighborhood association, and Fusion, I'm never sure how I manage it all. But somehow God gets me through, and I know that hidden beneath the surface is a purpose, to glorify my Maker. Somehow, all of these things are intertwined. Sometimes it feel like a game of Connect the Dots, and I've so enjoyed the process. I would have never put myself here, not in a million years, but I love every minute of it, and it's never, ever boring. But I do need to take a break sometimes, even if it's forced, to be still and know that He is God (NOT ME).
I'm thankful that I've had the opportunity this week, more like made the opportunity, to spend time with God each morning. It's been a while since I've had more than one quiet time in a week, much less in a row. I've been going through this book that my friend, Clare, gave me last week called Praying for Purpose. Each day covers a new topic and surprisingly (why I'm surprised by God, I don't know) it's been just what I needed to hear. I've noticed my patience level go up, my awareness of what God's doing around me increase, and the chaos within me calm. Why don't I do this more often? Seriously!
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