22. Handmade soap
23. Freshly picked flowers
29. First buds in spring
34. A supportive husband who lets me do what I love most....being a mommy who gets to stay home
38. Roosters crowing
40. Laughter
The one phrase I hear myself repeating over and over to my kids "Hurry up!" hurry up and...hurry up or we'll be late...hurry up its bedtime...hurry, hurry, hurry. I am rarely (if ever?) late. People are impressed. They don't realize it is actually in insecurity of mine. While it is commendable to be on time, or early, the behind the scenes is not so commendable. In chapter 4: A sanctuary of time in One Thousand Gifts I read that....
Haste makes waste.
Life is not an emergency. Life is brief and it is fleeting but it is NOT an emergency.
The hurry makes us hurt.
Hurry always empties a soul.
God gives us time. And who has time for God?
"We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing." Psalm 39:6
Through all that haste I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away.
ouch!
I just want time to do my one life well.
I can slow the torrent by being all here. This is where God is.
I want to slow down and taste life, give thanks, and see God.
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