Today will be full.
School.
Piano lessons.
Soccer practice.
Dance class.
I don't usually do well with a plate over piled - but I don't thrive with an empty one, either. So, bring on the runaround.
I'm sitting smack in the calm before the precious storm. It's dim. The sprinklers are on outside. Everyone is still lost in a dream-like state. Shadows flicker on the wall as my lone candle flares. And Mama is wanting to do today.... well. Really well.
I want to smile more than I scowl.
I want to play more than I pout.
I want a soft heart, rather than a harried one.
I want love to shine like a beacon and bounce off these walls and sear their souls.
I want to live in such a way today - that my children desire to join me.
J.C. Ryle - back in 1888 - said this:
"Love should be the silver thread that runs through all your conduct. Kindness, gentleness, long-suffering, forbearance, patience, sympathy, a willingness to enter into childish troubles, a readiness to enter into childish joys, these are the chords by which a child may be led most easily, - these are the clues you must follow if you would find the way to his heart." - from The Upper Room, quoted in Educating the Wholehearted Child by Clay Clarkson.
Just, yes.
I can't even expound.
Oh God - let those things, let those fruits....ring and reign loud and lavishly in this home.
The sheen of light coming from the window, is telling me that day is about to break wide open.
I can sense.... that the blondes will be out of the gate shortly.
Things are stirring....in the home, and in my soul.
Lord fill me and let it overflow.
