So, I’m approaching the end of my first 31 days of blogging, and I wasn’t sure what I’d write about today, but I really wanted to post something. I had a few ideas, but every time I started to write, I was sidetracked…by someone.
It was my youngest child, mostly. He was hungry. Then he needed a different show on TV. Then he’d seen too much TV so we cleaned bathrooms together. Then we ate lunch and went to the store. We came home and unpacked the groceries. We picked his siblings up from school. It was crazy warm for November today (71 degrees!) and the kids wanted to play outside. I sat out there with them and tried to write. The neighbor dropped by to say hello.
After the sun went down, I sent all the kids into the basement and plopped on the couch to try one more time. Our beagle climbed up next to me and laid her head on my chest. I kissed her and then she looked up at me with those big brown eyes of hers, and she crawled right on top of my iPad, into my lap. I let out a deep, deep sigh.
Yesterday, I wrote about the need to leave white space – margin – in the calendar. The main reason is because days like this happen to me all the time. I am blessed with a family who needs me, and while it is appropriate that I have time to myself to pursue my interests, the reality is that my life is not my own. It is a gift that has been entrusted to me, and I am just the steward, trying to do my best to take good care of the people, responsibilities, and things I’ve been blessed with. I ask for His wisdom and guidance to prioritize my days, and to see what I need to see. From that point on, it’s better if I’m not trying to steer.
Today, each cry of “Mom!!!” was a divine appointment. And that’s what I needed to remember.