Saturday, October 8, 2016

{#write31days - day 8} getting behind

I'm a week in to my #write31days challenge and I'm already getting behind. I'm getting behind on posting and feeling behind on just having something to say.

Honestly, if you were to meet me, you would come to find that I'm a woman of not so many words, unless the topic tugs at my heart strings. If I get the tug, I get all kinds of chatty and then mull over it in my head and heart for some time there after.

The gift of the present moment is a topic that is near and dear to me for so many reasons, but finding the time to write the posts that require more time and thought has proven to be difficult day after day.

My present moments these days are filled with an adorable teething and very mobile 9 month old, two boys that get their superman energy from only God knows where, homeschooling, making meal upon meal upon meal, family time fun, family time hardships, and everything else in between.

Admittedly, I don't always use my evening down time to blog. Once evening rolls around and the kids are actually asleep, I sit and just want to be still. I want to be next to my husband and not think because I know Dandelion is just moments away from needing me just one more time for the night.

And yet, writing in this space shares such a peace and goodness with me, and I pray, with you too. It's my little outlet to share the grace-filled moments I'm able to witness beauty and goodness in my own little life, with the hope that you will be encouraged to see Him in the little ways too.


Alright. Evening has rolled on past me once more and my bed is now calling my name. I will try again tomorrow because today has already passed.

Everything is the hand of God. Earth, air and water are God's. His action is more widely extended, more present to you than the elements. It enters you by all your senses, provided you only make use of them according to his design..."

-Fr. Jean-Pierre de Caussade, S.J.

And, to share the present moment of this post, I'm not actually off to my bed, but rather my baby who has stirred once more for the night!

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