I live in one of the most beautiful spots with National Forest at my backdoor. I have lived in this area most of my life. For the most part, I don't take it for granted.
I love the peace and serenity that comes with mountain life.
I love that we have four distinct seasons.
I love that my children can go outside and see tons of stars and name it "A night of Abraham".
I love that on any given clear night we see God's watercolor painting in the sunset from our deck.
I love that our "noise" is crows cawing,
doves cooing,
frogs croaking,
crickets chirping,
roosters crowing, and
dogs barking at the deer.
I have NEVER chased after the moon. I can't relate. I don't play well. I don't do childlike.
Therefore, I had a difficult time getting "into" this chapter.
The thing that I most related to was at the end, I just love her vulnerability to be real because I've written these very words in my heart.
" The world I live in is loud and blurring...
...these kids lean hard into me all day
to teach and raise and lead and
I fail hard and
there are real souls that are at stake and
how long do I really have to figure our how
to live full of grace,
full of joy--
before these beautiful children fly the coop
and my mothering days fold up quiet?
How do you open the eyes
to see how to take the daily, domestic workday vortex and
invert it into the dome of an everyday cathedral?
PRAYING WITH EYES WIDE OPEN
is the only way to pray."
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It rushes by so fast this life. We don't hear the quiet of life until its gone to bed and then we are to tired. I don't want to have to have vacation from life.I want to enjoy the peace without losing time with those I love.
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