I am constantly an "on the go" type person. I generally always have a to-do list about sixteen pages long and throughout the day I usually add twenty more! I do multiple things at once and I never seem to slow down. But today, I am grateful for time. I take for granted time since I'm always trying to do more. I want to burn both ends of the candle and before I know it, I'm tired, cranky, and sometimes hangry (I do occasionally forget to eat!).
Today, because I was able to accomplish so much, I took the day to just be present with my husband and my kids. We enjoyed good food, we laughed, we talked, we smiled, we hugged, we kissed, we loved. And I cannot tell you how wonderful it was. We didn't have anyone saying "I'm bored" or trying to rush from one thing just to slide into another. We just---were. And it was glorious.
We didn't get on each other's nerves because there was no real agenda, just being present with each other. We didn't try to "hurry" through the motions of pretending to have quality time because it's expected; we had actual quality time.
I forget how easy it is to take for granted each other and the quality of time we spend as a family. Being a stay-at-home-mom is rough. I'm with the kids all hours of the day. So while I have an abundance of quantity of time with them, the amount of quality time is certainly lacking. Today is a day that reminds me to really take more of a step back and change the ratio if quality time to quantity of time. I'm grateful I get to stay home with my kids. I'm grateful my husband doesn't work on weekends and is generally home in the evenings. But mostly, I'm grateful that I can take the time to slow down and spend quality time with my family. But that is what truly matters the most.
Father God, thank you for reminding me that it really is quality over quantity. It's so easy to take for granted the amount of time you're spending with your family since, generally, you see them every day. But for You to open my eyes and help me to see the type of time investment I'm putting into my family is truly a gift. Please continue to remind my heart to be present and in the moment with my family. That the time we spend together isn't all the time, but intentionally spending time together. Amen.
Today, because I was able to accomplish so much, I took the day to just be present with my husband and my kids. We enjoyed good food, we laughed, we talked, we smiled, we hugged, we kissed, we loved. And I cannot tell you how wonderful it was. We didn't have anyone saying "I'm bored" or trying to rush from one thing just to slide into another. We just---were. And it was glorious.
We didn't get on each other's nerves because there was no real agenda, just being present with each other. We didn't try to "hurry" through the motions of pretending to have quality time because it's expected; we had actual quality time.
I forget how easy it is to take for granted each other and the quality of time we spend as a family. Being a stay-at-home-mom is rough. I'm with the kids all hours of the day. So while I have an abundance of quantity of time with them, the amount of quality time is certainly lacking. Today is a day that reminds me to really take more of a step back and change the ratio if quality time to quantity of time. I'm grateful I get to stay home with my kids. I'm grateful my husband doesn't work on weekends and is generally home in the evenings. But mostly, I'm grateful that I can take the time to slow down and spend quality time with my family. But that is what truly matters the most.
Father God, thank you for reminding me that it really is quality over quantity. It's so easy to take for granted the amount of time you're spending with your family since, generally, you see them every day. But for You to open my eyes and help me to see the type of time investment I'm putting into my family is truly a gift. Please continue to remind my heart to be present and in the moment with my family. That the time we spend together isn't all the time, but intentionally spending time together. Amen.
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