We are in the busy season. I know -- you are, too. It's craziness, isn't it? But I try to remind myself that all busy-ness is an opportunity to be Jesus to more people in more places. If I'm not screaming at my children in the process! And, now, more than ever -- part of my busyness is trying to get me out of town to speak at a retreat with my peeps (minus one Gigi to baby Zoe) and get my family and my retreat talk squared away before I go. The days have been scheduled in 15-minute increments. The Prevacid is popped routinely. Sleep is short and days are long.
Earlier this week, I had been up for hours and completed 1/3 of a days' work by the time it was time to get the kids up for school. I tripped over dirty clothes, shoes, and sorted Halloween candy to gently shake a mound of groaning covers with my standard, "Time to wake up. I love you. Go ahead and get your clothes on." I conquered one room without breaking my neck and ventured into the next. Same obstacles, different course, same encouragement to get up. Riley woke with a start and a stretch and I turned to leave. I had just hurdled the sorted Halloween candy when he said, "Mom, can you come here?" I turned back around and headed his way as he wrestled his scrawny arms out of the pile of covers. I went in for the requested hug. "I love you," he croaked with a raspy, first-thing-in-the-morning voice and breath that would make the dog tuck her tail at 50 paces. And it was the absolute most precious moment I have had as a mother in a very long time.
I'm so thankful I had the sense to stop for the 7 seconds that entire exchange required, because it will carry me through the next week.
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I cannot wait to hear about the trip!!!!!!
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