Here I am on a Saturday morning just trying to catch up on life.
Yes, dear friend, life. Apparently it goes on all around and continues making messes and things to be remembered even when I've fallen and can't get up.
I'm eating leftover chicken bites from Pizza Hut that I ordered on purpose because I wanted to eat them cold for breakfast this morning. The whole ten pack. All by myself.
Laundry is piled up on the couch (sofa? davenport?) and I need to fold it and put it away. Or make the kids do it. Which means I have to let go of my perfectionism and let them fold the towels their way and not mine. Which makes me anxious. But I have to Let. It. Go. because come on, there's like a half ton of clean undies and towels laying there.
Jaiden and AJ just came in from jumping on the trampoline. Cheeks rosy. She says "rosy red." Jaiden just read the above out loud to me and I love how she gets me.
Off to make her tea, let her fold the laundry with me. Use this moment to just be. Clean up the little messes and not sweat the big stuff. Because, this right here, is my life. Our lives. Meant to be lived. And I am sure you totally understand. That these children are so important. Scrolling (trolling) Facebook is not. Tweeting. Blogging. Snapping. Nope.
Not a moment to waste. Teach them how to fold. Let them fold their way. Who cares!
Just make memories.
Monday, February 1, 2016
There's something about this foggy, dreary, waiting for the snow storm to hit, Eeyore kind of day...my fingers missing every key it seems and red lines scream at me to correct my terrible typing.
I hate when I can't see the barns from the house. They are not that far away. Don't ask me how many feet. Only Thee Farmer can estimate that stuff - only sometimes he uses a measurement called "rods" which he learned from his daddy. (And "snittles" that's another farmer phrase that makes me giggle. Those are bits of paper and debris in the yard that have to be picked up before we mow.)
The fog swirls around like the scattered thoughts and lists in my brain. It settles in frost on the willow tree branches. Making an ice palace in our front yard that never ceases to take my breath away when I look out of the kitchen window and discover it. Like it was created just for me.
A thousand bazillion Legos litter the living room carpet. Alexander is intently staring at the table looking for just the right tiny piece. If he picks one up that isn't to his liking, onto the floor it goes. Sigh. I will forget about them and eventually step on one or two and shriek like a banshee.
So, here I am on this foggy Monday morning. At a crossroads of sorts, only in the fog, you can't see what's coming. You have to trust God to take your hand and lead you out of the darkness to the light. Trust that the sun still shines beneath the heaviness of the day. Trust and wait for the fog to lift so you can see and think and feel again.
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Right now, you may not feel like feeling. You might be stuck in this fog. But look up. Kneel down before Him and receive all that He promises for you, my friend. Receive. Be filled.