Looking at my post for today, I just wasn’t feeling it. Does that ever happen to anyone else? Knowing how crazy the day was going to be – soccer, an impromptu visit from my sweet mother and father-in-love, pumpkin carving,
playdate hang-out – I knew I wouldn’t be able to get to writing until much later.
And, by then, I was feeling pretty wiped out.
Sweetman, in an effort to help me decompress after the day, put some mood lighting on and talked me into taking a deep breath and getting quiet.
Forsake The Twitter and The Facebook and The Instagram. Power down the phone and the plans and the list.
Just. Get. Quiet.
I was reminded, again, how often time is given to me, as a grace.
In between the chewing of the candy corn, to be completely honest, Here’s what I heard in the still of the quiet:
Eyes on Me.
I’m going to get tactical about weaving these whispered things into my days.
Into my People.
Into my heart.
His grace floods my busy, once more. And, again, I’m so grateful.
This post is day 25 in the Write 31 Days challenge.