I scheduled the next day at 11:59 pm, jam-packed for 14 hours out of the next 20. Nothing big or significant, just a crazy end to what had been a stressful week. Our girls were off in so many different directions that we’d plum run out of tías! So I had agreed to play back-up, but everyone seemed to have a different idea of what that was going to look like... and none of those ideas seemed to consider the to-do list I had for myself that day. To be perfectly honest, the official hour-by-hour plan included an optional 15 minutes to go cry in a corner. But can I tell you something?
This day that God gave me to live has honestly been one of the sweetest yet! After pulling in to work way too early in the morning having forgotten both my computer and my phone (two things I always remember…) I got to spend the entire morning cuddled up on the couch reading children’s books & picture Bible stories with some of our younger girls. We ran around outside in the cool, breezy sunshine. We made up goofy line dances to Christian a capella music. And that was how God gave his daughter four solid hours of quality time in one morning! Wonder of wonders, there was no drama, no ugly words, no testing all the limits, and no serious medical emergencies.
It was the day that God resolutely cleared my plate of things I didn’t need to do (even things that I really love doing) and filled it up with significance, unconventional productivity, and unexpected joy.
We have such a wonderful Abba! He really knows how to love his kids.
