The clock says 7:30.
It’s been a busy morning of coffee brewing, diaper changing,
and breakfast making. I haven’t
stopped moving since I rolled out of bed over an hour ago. As I chug down that first big cup, the
kids chat a mile a minute: everything from the Hobbit, to how to block someone
from scoring a soccer goal, to Sophie’s favorite Care Bear. After their bellies are happily full of
Mickey Mouse pancakes, they run to play before school begins.
and breakfast making. I haven’t
stopped moving since I rolled out of bed over an hour ago. As I chug down that first big cup, the
kids chat a mile a minute: everything from the Hobbit, to how to block someone
from scoring a soccer goal, to Sophie’s favorite Care Bear. After their bellies are happily full of
Mickey Mouse pancakes, they run to play before school begins.
I have a million things I could be doing. There are still dishes in the sink, Big White Farmhouse promos to create, laundry to start….but I sit down at the dining room table, books and breakfast
and baby in hand. It’s time for quiet.
and baby in hand. It’s time for quiet.
For me, quiet time is when I get myself ready to conquer the
day. Sometimes I read my bible,
sometimes the daily readings with Blessed is She. Sometimes I just sit there with my head in my
hands and pray. Then I take my planner,
choose the three big tasks I want to accomplish that day and think about
dinner. It’s not fancy, not time intensive…but
wow, has it changed me and how my day goes.
day. Sometimes I read my bible,
sometimes the daily readings with Blessed is She. Sometimes I just sit there with my head in my
hands and pray. Then I take my planner,
choose the three big tasks I want to accomplish that day and think about
dinner. It’s not fancy, not time intensive…but
wow, has it changed me and how my day goes.
Let’s be honest here. Just because “quiet” is in the name, that doesn’t mean that’s what it looks like in reality. TJ squeals and babbles (and on a bad day, is whiny and clingy). The kids come in and out. They usually respect that I’m reading, but
sometimes there are pressing questions to be asked or brotherly squabbles to
break up. I’m so glad quiet time doesn’t require
silence to be fruitful.
sometimes there are pressing questions to be asked or brotherly squabbles to
break up. I’m so glad quiet time doesn’t require
silence to be fruitful.
I’ve learned a lot this month. Prioritizing time in prayer
has been so helpful with the overwhelming feelings of motherhood and household
keeping. Instead of constantly worrying
about the job I’m doing, I have peace knowing that He is holding my hand every
step of the way. I’m still not a great housekeeper and my to-do list is still
miles long, but that peace that I was so desperately looking for? I’ve found it.
has been so helpful with the overwhelming feelings of motherhood and household
keeping. Instead of constantly worrying
about the job I’m doing, I have peace knowing that He is holding my hand every
step of the way. I’m still not a great housekeeper and my to-do list is still
miles long, but that peace that I was so desperately looking for? I’ve found it.
