This morning my youngest woke up grumpy. "I have band," she said.
My eyes hardly open, I looked at the time. She had five minutes to get there. I jumped into some clothes and we both slammed out of the house. She made it just in time, but she wasn't a happy camper.
"Smile,' I told her.
"I can't, she replied. "I rushed too much."
I hate being rushed too......yet sometimes I dash through so many things....to get it over with....or b/c I want to move onto something else.....or just b/c.
This week grateful for -
-the wooded trails near our home. We're there pretty much everyday. Being out in the calm of nature is the best feeling ever.
-finally finished a short story I was working on called Twelve. Read it to a few people...they liked it. Next step....find a home for it.
-writing....I get so lost in it....writing relaxes me...calms me down.....and the best.....it costs nothin'.
-snuggling with my kids. I love when we cuddle and chat about everything and anything.
-Mostly....for that calm I get just being connected with Him. Every time I stop, listen and hear His whisper.....it never fails to completely thrill. He never rushes me.....never hurries me to do something or other. He gives me all the time I need to just be. I love that.