balance

Balance that every elusive word. 

I am coming more and more into the belief that balance is not possible in certain seasons of life.  Being a stay at home school mom of 3, one being a growing toddler, I have had the growing realization that balance of life is not always possible but maybe more a balance of the heart.

 

 

If I turn my attention to the house, we won't accomplish as much in school.  If I turn my attention to the house, play time with kiddos will be less.  If I turn my attention to play time, our house will become a bit more messy.  If I spend quiet time replenishing my soul, the laundry basket will sit as it has been sitting for the last several days.  I try each day to accomplish teaching, baby time, and a clean house (important to me).  Often, dinner is the last thought. 

 

One day I had the realization as Cambria is sometimes deciding that she is a one nap a day girl (not fully there yet) that I will lose my afternoon quiet time.  Yikes!  I had a chat with Drew about maybe during her morning nap instead of working with the kids the whole time I should use it for a quiet time.  But that is such valuable teaching time without the pitter patter of little feet.  I felt a quick panic at the realization of not having  a set quiet time and then I thought.  This is just a season.  I will be okay.  I felt a sense of peace knowing I can pour into my kids and I will be okay and it won't last forever.  Instead of feeling the stress and pressure of trying to "get in" a quiet time.  It is life giving for me to have that time I am "off" and for a season there might be days that time looks different.  And I might have to be creative.  

And guess what.  I get to trust God's provision.  That word.  My word for the year.  Provision.  Will I trust his hand.  So everyday when I do get a quiet time, I see it as a surprise gift. 

Bobo and dada out surfing.