There is something so pure and profound in the stillness of my house during naptime. Most days I miss it because I end up falling asleep after getting the peanuts down only to awake to the stirring sounds of whimpers or cries from the next bedroom. However, I have been lucky to wake up on my own before the kids the last few days.
I lie there in my worn bed and gaze out the window at the trees swaying to and fro with the wind. I love the wind (my allergies disagree); I love the way it commands the grass and trees and flowers to follow its lead. I feel completely lost when I stand outside or next to my window and let it touch my face. After several minutes of daydreaming and pondering, I begin to read my assignments and find myself again lost in thoughts I have never had before. Thoughts about life, love and growth.
The last few days have been heavenly for me. I think I am going to make a habit of waking before the kids to enjoy the stillness of the afternoon. It is no wonder to me that God has asked us to be still. We often move to fast that we miss the beauty of His creations.
I will not be moving fast anytime soon. I like where I am at.
i often feel like my blog helps me to be still. to sit down for a moment and just think, to see if anything comes to me. and it's so true - the things we are able to think of and appreciate and be grateful for - all because we took a moment to be still.
ReplyDeleteThis is why I love writing in my journal (something I often forget to do!). It allows me to think back on the best parts of my day, to examine them, and to let them rest. It really clears my mind before bedtime. In addition to being in a constant rush, I feel like all of the media (blogs, Netflix, Facebook), fills my mind up with nonsense and prevents me from receiving inspiration. It's something I'm really trying to work on.
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