I’m tempted to rush.
On a rare day when I have this time, the temptation is there to fill it right up with more activity, more going and more doing.
Most days, I don’t have this luxury, of course. It’s the mad morning scramble of toothbrushes, hair brushes, ribbons, bows, socks, shoes, lunches and backpacks to send children out to the bus stop.
Then, zoom into the day with the preschooler and the errands or meetings or Bible studies or appointments or whatever busyness has etched itself onto the schedule.
But this day. This one day.
After I watch my girls step onto that school bus, I return to my home and breathe in and out this uncertain freedom. I don’t have to run out the door. I don’t have to meet an external agenda or deadline right away.
So what to do?
Rush through my home, stuffing laundry into…
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