That time of year. The one where my calendar looks like jibberish. Our nightly schedule last week…
Wednesday-double soccer practices
Friday-Family Worship Night
Crazy! And we aren’t even in “real school.”
Blessed mess…where did all those clothes come from?
I want to live fully. I want to breathe deeply. But this schedule. All these start-ups of new things, good things. They are wearing me out. Wearing me down.
So today-the beginning of a new week no different than the last. I have a choice.
A choice to see Him in the busyness. To look up not around. To say no so I can say yes. To see grace not responsibility. To be be still…even when it’s not written in my calendar.
That time of year when I’m desperate for Him.