My grandmother's Iris bed I've often said that I don't sit still well, or for long periods of time for that matter, either. I like to have something to do. I like for my hands to be employed in some fashion.
Those aren't bad traits to have. Being active and useful are great qualities. I just made myself too active, too busy. But, I wasn't always that busy.
True, I am a high energy person, but I remember a time when sitting in the sweet gum tree at my grandmother's, or the plum tree behind our house with a book was a priority. I loved taking walks, drives, or just moments to sit and gaze off in quiet thought. I was still an active person, but I was also actively making time for quiet time.
As a homeschooling mama of three, quiet time is something of a rarity. We're talking more rare than the ever elusive green backed, purple polka dotted, ring horned whats-a-what. Yeah, that rare. It doesn't have to be, though.
As I wrote in my first post back in April, we strive to live a slower life. Lately, though, it seems the harder we strive, the harder it is to achieve. Our life is in a place of fluctuation at the moment with renovations about to begin on the farmhouse, downsizing in our rental home during the renovations, and dealing with various other issues. It is a time of change. And, while change can be hard in the right here and nows, it can be managed. It can even be embraced. It's inevitable and I'm learning how to roll along with it. Maybe not always gracefully, but I'm learning. Every day's a new day, right?
One of the ways that has helped me to cope over this summer has been my morning quiet time for my devotional and prayer journal. Before getting online, (but definitely after pouring that first cup of coffee - because coffee) I sit down to my desk for my quiet communal.
Prayer or meditation, whichever you call it, is the steady grounding I long for and need each day. It can be hard to tune out the static and noise of the outside world. To go to that place of peace and recharging. But, once there it all begins to slow. The pull of the gravity of the busy loses its hold and appeal. The Creator uses this time to remind me that this fast life is not for me. There's something better. Much better.
I am reminded there are sunrises and sets to be admired.
Songs of the rhythm of creation surrounding me if I will only retune my ears to hear.
There is a wide spectrum of emotions to behold on the faces of my children that need to be forever etched in my memory. But, I have to be present if I am going to be able to do that.
Be present. Live intentionally.
There is beauty in the stillness. There is grace in the dusk and the dawn.
Seek it.
Extend it.
Live it.
Those aren't bad traits to have. Being active and useful are great qualities. I just made myself too active, too busy. But, I wasn't always that busy.
True, I am a high energy person, but I remember a time when sitting in the sweet gum tree at my grandmother's, or the plum tree behind our house with a book was a priority. I loved taking walks, drives, or just moments to sit and gaze off in quiet thought. I was still an active person, but I was also actively making time for quiet time.
As a homeschooling mama of three, quiet time is something of a rarity. We're talking more rare than the ever elusive green backed, purple polka dotted, ring horned whats-a-what. Yeah, that rare. It doesn't have to be, though.
As I wrote in my first post back in April, we strive to live a slower life. Lately, though, it seems the harder we strive, the harder it is to achieve. Our life is in a place of fluctuation at the moment with renovations about to begin on the farmhouse, downsizing in our rental home during the renovations, and dealing with various other issues. It is a time of change. And, while change can be hard in the right here and nows, it can be managed. It can even be embraced. It's inevitable and I'm learning how to roll along with it. Maybe not always gracefully, but I'm learning. Every day's a new day, right?
One of the ways that has helped me to cope over this summer has been my morning quiet time for my devotional and prayer journal. Before getting online, (but definitely after pouring that first cup of coffee - because coffee) I sit down to my desk for my quiet communal.
Prayer or meditation, whichever you call it, is the steady grounding I long for and need each day. It can be hard to tune out the static and noise of the outside world. To go to that place of peace and recharging. But, once there it all begins to slow. The pull of the gravity of the busy loses its hold and appeal. The Creator uses this time to remind me that this fast life is not for me. There's something better. Much better.
I am reminded there are sunrises and sets to be admired.
Songs of the rhythm of creation surrounding me if I will only retune my ears to hear.
There is a wide spectrum of emotions to behold on the faces of my children that need to be forever etched in my memory. But, I have to be present if I am going to be able to do that.
Be present. Live intentionally.
There is beauty in the stillness. There is grace in the dusk and the dawn.
Seek it.
Extend it.
Live it.
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