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tomorrow {five minute friday}

it’s ok to let it go.  i tell myself that, and still the piles that threaten to eat me in my sleep, haunt my dreams.  the towering collections of things-that-must-be-organized hover everywhere i turn, and the things-that-must-be-found-to-organize-them list grows with each box i unpack.

 

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yet in the midst of it, i look around, in awe of what my Papa has provided.  after six months of waiting, in our precious and tiny cottage by the sea, we’ve found ourselves in a light-filled, high-ceiling home with friendly neighbors (and daily driveway soccer and basketball dates with their kiddos), a nearby woods with -what?!- cranberry bogs, and hardwood floors.  it sounds silly, but somehow in my still-a-little-girl-inside mind, hardwood floors and great afternoon light spilling into the windows translates into having “arrived” in the magic kingdom.

 

still, in the beauty after a wait, i find ways to criticize myself.  my unpacking is taking too long (it’s been a week.  much of our lives has been packed for a year).  i’m not blogging or working out enough.  i’m getting scattered and my time to read and be quiet with God is slacking.  school took a backseat for a couple weeks (we just found all the books and now the real studying begins!).  and the thing is?  there is always tomorrow.  in a good way.

 

not in a procrastinating-unhealthily kind of way, but in a way that says it’s ok to enjoy the moment, to relish the blessings, and to know that what actually must get done, will.  because ultimately, my Papa has it, and what He has planned for me will get accomplished.

 

it’s no excuse to stick my head in the sand and ignore the necessary (kids must be fed and laundry must be done, or it smells bad, ha!).  but i can be here, in the moment, and thank my Papa for the blessings, and let what can wait, wait, for tomorrow.

 

what do you have in your day that is needed today?  what can be left for tomorrow?  much love, friend.  🙂

 

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wait. {five minute friday}

wait.

 

not yet, little one.  it isn’t time.

i whisper to my youngest, when he awakens before light, excited about a day of adventure and exploring.  i know as much as his heart longs to dive in, to rush off, to be about the day, if he doesn’t rest a bit more, he’ll find himself lagging, missing the experience he can’t wait for.

 

i know if he doesn’t eat, he will be sorry-faced, ache in his tummy, irritated he’s hungry and can’t enjoy his experience.

 

i know if he doesn’t take time to dress warmly, to bundle up, as my mother once said, he will have chapped hands and aching ears and raw cheeks and peel-y lips.

 

i want joy, oh how i want it for him.  i want to give him every blessing and every opportunity to soak in every experience from a day.  i know, his mama, what will best help him do that, will best keep the joy from being stolen.

 

not yet, little one, my papa says.  not this outing, not this food, not this house.  it isn’t the one for you.  you need more time to grow.  you need training before you can be trusted to be generous with that blessing, to appreciate it for all it is worth.  your body needs to heal before you can indulge, and your mind needs to learn that sometimes restraint is most healthy.

 

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oh, Papa, you do know me.  when you say to “wait,” it may be for this minute, or for today.  it may be for the month or the year, and you must may say no to something for a lifetime.  you say wait, because you love me.

 

have you heard the word, “wait?”  has it been whispered to you in the still of the night, as you wonder if the sun will ever rise?

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