I’ve made an appointment with myself this afternoon to do nothing but sit here and tap at this computer. Except for the thump-thump of the towels in the spin cycle and the stop-start waterfall behind the dishwasher door, the house is still. The twins are tucked into bed upstairs, and I have an hour before it’ll be time to pick the older children up from school.
Quiet is one of the greatest gift of this new season of life I call my own. I could be tempted to feel guilty about it – it seems to often be my habit to resist the good gifts that God gives. But the writing I’m now do with the quiet I now have is becoming a way for me to root myself in practices of attention and gratitude. It is pause. It is memory. It is wonder.
And gratitude is kin to praise.
I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart;
I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.
I will be glad and exult in you;
I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
The past two weeks, our family was flung in all different directions: Illinois, Texas, Tennessee, Florida. We have spent a full two weeks of breathless fun. And when I closed the front door this morning, having waved final goodbyes to friends visiting for the weekend, I swallowed the tears I wanted then to cry. I knew I would need to give myself time to absorb all that has happened in the past two weeks.
Gratitude takes time.
277. reconnecting with friends
278. grandparents who love and invest in our children
279. eleven years with Audrey and a beautiful sunny day to celebrate together
281. great books and additional time to read
282. writing: doing it less, treasuring it more
283. gospel grace: the with-God life even when I don’t “feel” it
284. spring shopping
285. the Church: local and universal, people gathered everywhere as Jesus’ body
286. traveling alone with Nathan -and the sense that he missed me our first day apart
287. adventures with kids: riding the glass elevator up the CN Tower
288. being quiet
289. prayer and poetry
290. calling: faith not sight
291. mended relationships
292. the ways our wounds gentle us
293. vocabulary and story: new words for new ideas
294. familiar routines: rooted in our place
295. learning to live quietly from the inside out
296. a new babysitter from church
297. Skype calls to Romania
298. prayers for wholeness and holiness
299. house and home: we make our home in You.
300. return of spring