It’s 11:41 p.m. Sunday night. Not only am I wide awake but I am motivated to get stuff done. Since the rest of the house is quiet, painting the hallway is out of the question. In all seriousness, I would start if it wouldn’t bother my people.
Here I sit. I cleaned out my drawers and one of my bedroom closets. I sorted my laundry and grabbed what I could find in Jace’s room and sorted his as well.
The meals are planned for the week, including the breakfasts, snacks and lunches for the littles. I have an order of supplies ready on Amazon and a week of crafts and activities in mind. Two of my moms returned last week from maternity leave. My days are filled once more. It will take some doing to get back in the routine of babies and toddlers but I look forward to it.
Right now I feel like I am looking at a wall of t.v. screens and each one has a different thought, project, idea or mission. So much to do. So little time.
I close my mind to the menial tasks of the day. It is time to focus on what matters most. Self care. Simple daily/nightly rituals. My bedroom is my sanctuary, my safe place, my space. It is here where my prayers are said, where I breath life into my dreams, where I let go of that which no longer serves a purpose.
It is here where I long for those that I miss. Where I believe that love heals all wounds. It is here that I talk to God and wait for His response.
I guess being a night owl is really about self preservation. It is a time of busy-ness and quiet. A time to be.
Be a blessing,
But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed. Luke 5:16 NIV