Being well into the school year, it would be easy to think that the schedules, appointments, meals, games, assignments, church activities, .... are in order. That the commitments made would not exceed the hours in a day. One could think these things and in my case, be wrong. Sad truth: I forgot one of my son's carpool pick ups because my schedule changed and I was free to run to the bank and got caught up in the wonder and the freedom of a dollar store. What?!?! Luckily, I have loving and understanding neighbors who pitched-in and brought the boys home before my $5 excursion could get me there.
I know this is not earth-shattering or life-altering stuff here, ladies, but it was a wake-up call to get my house in order. I was allowing my schedule to rule me, and losing the battle of TIME bitterly.
And then, a friend invited me here:
The pace, the peace, the encouraging and Godly women that surrounded this weekend brought about a need for something new and fierce in my life. I knew what was behind me, needed to stay behind, in the rubble of self-improvement and self-discipline. I was ready for growth, depth, and a presence of the Giver of it all to guide and direct my stumbling and wobbly feet to safe places of comfort + LIFE. A fully lived, loved and laugh-out-loud LIFE.
The sand and waves beneath my feet were a like a washing of the last few weeks away. Refreshed. Clean. A new canvas ready for the Master to create in me anew!
It's a new day. Let's LIVE fully!