“I just want to get through it,” he sighed after reading an article about Stonewall Jackson. I reprimanded him. “That’s not the point of school. You are reading to learn.”
But I’ve said it myself lately. Some days are long.
Later Kenan and I watched them sledding. And I thought…
To slow down means to cease being productive. To be all here is to do nothing.
When they’re occupied I want to be busy. It feels like I need to be. It’s a continual rush from this thing to the next without fully entering into the now.
And the now will be gone…well, it already is.
It’s a busy world. Everything pulls for my attention. And these little people are growing up around me. They’re learning to walk and read and talk. God, help me not to miss it.
And it makes sense with this…
If the cross shows me His love. And His Word tells me He’s only good. Then isn’t this moment, no matter how simple or how hard, His very best for me? Am I dishonoring Him by not entering into it? Am I becoming ungrateful?
Today. Again. I want to be all here. All loved. All just so thankful for all this amazing grace.
“Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit’— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.” (James 4:13,14)
Did I say it was busy?=)