Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Quiet Evening Moments

Forgive the language, but this really captures how I feel at the moment...

This evening I'm all alone...

...but not alone.

My littles are in bed, and I can unwind the tightly wound-ness that is my soul.

It starts in early morning, when I take that beginning strand of day, and slowly wind it in rhythm with the energetic pulsings of my ever-exuberant satellites.

It is hard to describe.

Motherhood has been the hardest thing I have ever done.

But once I threw myself into it, heart and soul, (and I'll be honest it took a while) joy like I've never known unfolded before me. It's like I'd been carrying around a box that had mysterious contents, and it wasn't until I sat down to really explore what was inside that I discovered that it was full of warm, summer morning sun peeking over the mountains: full of anticipation, light, and revelation.

I often regret that it took me so long to open that box.

But I'm grateful that my children are patient, and are just as excited about my discovery as I am.

And they, in turn, add a little bit more brightness and color (and sometimes intolerable heat, I'll be real with you) to my illumination.

So, this evening, I sit content.

I'm not perfect, and I'm certainly not a perfect mother. But I take this day's small victories and hold them up to God, as my offering, hoping that they will outshine the many cloudy moments.

My life is a true gift, and I feel blessed to have all these unique souls to share it with. 


Katscratchme said...

You need to take all your blog posts and start putting them into books so that you and your family can have them to look at any time. :) I'm planning on doing the same.

Anonymous said...

I really want to! I started pulling the text off the blog so I can do just that. It's just a LOT of work, and I'm lazy. Ha ha!

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