It's been a busy, full, fast-paced few weeks. Despite our constant go, I am grateful. Grateful because right now we have this-- a quiet morning. No rushing, or primping, or shoveling breakfast into tummies not ready to eat. No frosty cars to bundle into, and no racing into our day tired and slumpy.
This is lavish living I know. Our choice to keep me at home with the kids and the kids at home with me means we say "no" to a lot of what culture deems is necessary. Remaining resolved in our choice can be hard. But in these moments of a snuffly girl being told she can sleep longer and watching her drift back into dreams; checking on the smallest one and giving her a lovely and books and listening to her read; meanwhile, I brew a cuppa and write. The clock ticks on, the neighborhood settles into the calm of after morning rush hour, our little island is still in pjs, blankets warm, lights dim. The day quietly taking shape in the most pleasant of ways. My heart is glad for He is good.
Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise!
Give thanks to him; bless his name! For the Lord is good;
his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.