A few weekends ago, we headed out for a drive through the country, looking forward to open vistas, an extended conversation, a walk in the country. We passed a small stone church on the outskirts of the county, one that seemed anomalous in our corner of the southwest. I’d like to get a picture of that, I mused aloud, and, careful what you wish for, the next thing we drove over a jagged piece of metal that planted itself in the front tire of our van. So we pulled off into the parking lot directly across from the little chapel where all three boys assessed the damage and proceeded to change the tire.
In his book Margin, Richard Swenson, M.D., talks about having the space and time to be interrupted, particularly by God, in our lives; that sometimes the most important thing that will happen in the day isn’t on our agenda. This was one of those times; our outing didn’t go as we had planned, but it was quality time together, all of us learning, and I had the opportunity to record it.
This takes serious effort.
I am finding it more helpful lately to ask questions than make resolutions. I don’t need another list of shoulds. Sure, I have goals. But right now I need joy more than I need progress, and nothing is surer to suck the joy out of life than a giant list of check-boxes.
I’m always asking questions anyway; I’m just trying now to discipline my mind to make room for certain questions each day.
How can I practice self-care today?
How can I nurture my family today?
Who can I encourage?
How can I preserve peace, and foster simplicity today?
I wrote a guest post for my good friend Emily Luna’s wonderful blog, A Feast of Crumbs, where she chronicles her spiritual journey one breadcrumb at a time.
I feel like I keep failing the Sunday morning test. The one where I’m supposed to get myself and the two kids ready and out the door for church without yogurt smears on my skirt or sweet potatoes caked in their hair, and without going all Crazy-Mom on the four-year old when he strips his pants and underwear off to go potty and will not be wrangled back into them 20 minutes past our departure goal. The one where I’m supposed to show up on time…
Head over to her blog to read the rest, and while you’re there, check out Emily’s beautiful writing, too!