I stare blankly at the empty lines.
Lines I had intended to fill throughout the day.
It seems distractions got the better of me and are still trying to prevail as exhaustion starts to take over. Stress burdens down, trying to cause worry in my soul. The thought of turning on mindless television sounds like sweet relief.
But where’s the intention in that? No. I will choose to be intentional.
This I can do.
I pick up the familiar pen. The one I’ve used since last April to write my gifts down. Signs of wear are starting to show where my fingers instinctively find their place. I’m ready.
And there I stay. In the ready position. Pen not yet in motion.
For me, the greatest challenge is beginning. Of shifting my perspective to clearly see all that God has blessed me with this day. One would think after 9 months of practice, it would come naturally. Not so. And I wonder how long it will remain a conscious effort.
My mind begins to oblige as I reflect on the day I’ve had. Early morning, not being able to sleep after the toddler was up in the night. Four loads of laundry done and put away, floors vacuumed, toys picked up, preparing my home for an enjoyable weekend. Preschool activities, train track assembly, and how many games of hide-and-seek later find me here? My eyes travel down to the pen and I notice the cracks on my hand. How long has it been? A week since the dishwasher broke? I can’t remember. And then it hits me.
I can’t remember because I’m enjoying it.
Can that be right?!?
Yes. It’s true.
For God has been faithfully meeting me at that kitchen sink.
And I’ve been enjoying our chats.
So much so that I suggested we hold off on replacing that frustration of a dishwasher. We can wait for the best deal. No hurry. I can wash dishes.
This I can do.
For God has met with me among the grease, the grime, the suds, the squeaks of glass rubbing clean.
And my pen flows freely on the page.
- Dishwasher breaking. An unexpected blessing to a tiring day.
- Quiet time while washing dishes. Filling my joy tank as I fill up the sink.
- God clearly speaking to me in those moments of actively scrubbing. Every day He’s been faithful.
- Toddler’s willingness to help clean today. Keeping me accountable to vacuum up every crumb, swiffer every speck of dust.
- Husband’s willingness to participate in the added cleaning responsibilities. Yet, not forcing himself in my new-found quiet place.
- Burt’s Bees lotion (note to self, use it when I’m done)
And I smile wide as a handful more fill the remainder of the page. Those once empty lines now saturated with joy. Gifts given by my Redeemer.
Gifts given just to me.
My heart swells while realizing, I get to do this again tomorrow. How ’bout it, Lord, same time same place tomorrow? Deal. I’ll see You then.
And if that’s the only gift I receive, that will be enough.
Maybe making a conscious effort every day isn’t so bad after all. If it were natural, I might take it for granted.
And where’s the intention in that? No. I will strive to remain intentional.
This I can do.
How about you? What gifts were given just to you this day? How have you been intentional? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
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(DISCLAIMER: Please know I am not Wonder Woman. I do not have it bad. There are only three of us. If there were more, this post would be completely different I’m sure.)