It’s funny, I write to process my life…but life is coming at me so fast right now and there is so much to process, I don’t have time to process it…thus the quiet blog. But tonight, this moment…I have a night at home, actually we all have a night at home. A night at home is unheard of right now and I’m not sure when it will happen again. I think maybe this moment should be documented like those times when a meteorite does it’s thing or an extra minute is added to or taken away from the time…yeah, that rare.
This is my year of More and More is delivering in ways never expected. See, I thought More would be, well, more quiet, calm, cool or collected. Instead More is busy, frantic, unexpected, serious and important.
But tonight, this moment, my last load of laundry (that I am aware of) is happily being tossed and turned in a sudsy washing machine anticipating a warm tumble in the dryer and then–hope beyond hope–may actually reach its intended destination of an organized drawer…or at least a drawer, any drawer…the bar is set pretty low around here right now.
Tonight, this moment, we’re enjoying a slow evening on the little farm. The boys have built legos, played in the sprinkler and gotten on each others nerves. The girls have laid on the hammock, laid on the couch, read in their bedrooms and blown bubbles with their younger siblings. I’ve warmed up leftovers, laughed with the whole gang around the dinning room table, referred disagreements and helped spell words for thank you cards. Awesome ordinary.
And I’ve even found time and a few words to tap out here, in my quiet place. I’ve worked on my new prayer journal–this season is requiring different and more prayer…not requiring–Demanding. My prayer needs have changed dramatically enough to warrant a revised prayer binder. I hope to share the new prayer binder with you soon.
So this moment and this year of more; I’ve been instructed to pray a lot and hard…more prayer. Those prayers are taking up, or making, the moments that are making my life right now. Although I do need this place, these wide margins to process…my family needs me more.