Oh, "quiet times" are still there. Nicely and neatly packaged up - relegated to their own place in the day. Not to be re-visited until the next morning. But is this the way He intended it to be? A small chunk of my day dedicated to Him, while all the other thousands of moments rush by without so much as a second glance? Don't each of those moments belong to Him also? Moments where I feel frustration towards my children. Moments where I feel over-worked and under-appreciated. Moments where I allow myself and my emotions to take precedence to truth.
As I've wrestled with the flesh this week, I've been so thankful for this book right now by Ann Voskamp.
If you haven't read it yet, I'd certainly recommend picking up a copy. It is causing me to pause a little bit more. To search for Him in the midst of ordinary life. To literally count my blessings....One Thousand Gifts. To quit trying to rush through life.....for now....this week. A lesson being learned, yet again.
This is what I am praying for this week....a thankful heart. One that exudes grace, and beauty, and Him. I'm praying for eyes that will recognize the Creator in every created thing. Praying for a desire to glorify Him in my home. With my kids. With my husband. In my attitudes. In my heart.
I'll leave you with this quote I came across this week.....
Praying for grace.