If all were ideal, time would move much slower and never run out. Every flower’s fragrance would reach my nose, and the kids would dissect them in their minds as we strolled by. I’ve never wanted the calendar to be all filled up, and the gas tank to keep hitting empty. But I’ve found myself in a season of being scooted along by full schedules, paying too close attention to the tick of the clock.
As I place dinner in the oven, I hear His whisper… “Life is meant to be led by the Spirit, not by the clock.” and I realize He’s saying, “slow down.”
I’m thankful to look around my home and see a slower season approaching.
I leave the meatloaf to cook in the oven and I pick up my camera. A glimpse of our world…
|Drum practice. (Another reason to be thankful I’m hearing impaired. Shhh, don’t tell him I said that! Oh wait, he can’t hear you anyway when he’s playing drums.)|
|And look who’s driving himself to school.|
Shared from my heart ~ Stacy