Once of the biggest changes I have experienced since becoming a mom is the change in my morning routine. My Dad instilled in me early the value of early morning quiet and God’s Presence. My favorite way to wake up was to pad down to the coffee pot in the early hours, curl up on the couch with a large array of Bible, study books, notepads, planners and pens. And my coffee. And a blanket if it was cold. I loved those moments of study, of contemplative journaling and of listening for His voice. They were my rock and refuge.
Now I have two beautiful babies. Age 2 and 5 1/2 months. My mornings look a little different these days. I’m usually awakened from a slightly comatose feeling sleep by one of my little lovelies. Judah (the little man beast that he is) has a routine of filling his drawers to maximum capacity at 6:30 everyday. So accordingly we deal with that. I still pad down to the coffee pot, and find my way to the couch, and I still have my paraphernalia of quiet time accessories but now I have “Go Diego Go” playing in the background and a little snuggle buffin curled up next to me. I’m usually up and down at least 5-6 times during this half an hour stretch of time. Fetching snacks, taking the Snuggle Buffin potty, etc.
All of this interuptedness leads to a very fragmented “time with Jesus” and I felt some guilt and frustration with this. Until one day as I made my way back to the couch to pick up the 2 chapter of Mark – I had this impression of Jesus sitting with me and smiling with joy at my situation. Caring for my babes, scrambling to get moments with Him. He reminded me of the truth that He is present with me all day and that I am truly learning to share life with Him. Perhaps before I banked a little too heavily on my “Quiet Time” and felt like I had given Him enough of my time for the day and moved on. Now I am forced to find Him in the moments of my day. I am learning to listen to His Spirit as I go. How I love Him. I am learning Him in a new way in this season and it is so real and raw. I laugh in delight with Him over the things Ellie says, and ask Him for help as I do potty training laundry.
I do long for my old hours of quiet somedays, but am reminded they will return sooner then I know. For now I am so thankful for my stolen moments with Jesus and for His gracious Presence in all my days. He is so good to me!
This is so precious