It’s the busy season.
Not just the week, or even the month.
But the stage of LIFE.
Going here. There. Everywhere.
To school, to class, errands, and gymnastics.
We have homework and housework.
Birthday parties and appointments.
We are stretching time when there isn’t much more room to give.
But beautifully, through it all… we have each other.
In the midst of crazy, we have our calm.
We come home, our family of four… to warmth and light.
Nourishment, shelter, and endless love.
And suddenly the rat race disappears.
The table is full. My heart is bursting.
I am so grateful.
But, my heart isn’t always so thankful.
I am mean. Ugly. Tired. Selfish.
The coffee is better hot, before I dress everyone.
I don’t love wiping my dogs snowy paws.
Maybe someone else could put away the laundry.
All too often, I put my wants first.
With relief, I’m forgiven. And loved.
Reassured by the silly jokes and art on the fridge…
By the Word and my hubby’s great smile.
It may be the busy season, but its good.
A real life, that is really good.
Linking up with Kelsey @ Poofy Cheeks