It is 3:00 in the afternoon and my soul is crying out for quiet. A place of refuge in this world of noise that is called motherhood. Today, my world has been full of crying, fighting, question asking, whining, and incessant conversation. There are times when I can escape the noise, but today I am overwhelmed by the needs of all the little people in my life. I am even overwhelmed by the needs of the big people in my life. These gifts of relationships are wearing me down until I am threadbare.
In a couple of hours, dinner will need to be prepared, again. I will wash dishes, again. I will bathe these sweet children, again. I will put them to bed, again. And again, I will listen to my husband, whose heart is always pursuing the lost, share about his day in the warehouse. He will share, again, his struggle to do his job well and share Christ well. And all the while, I will not be truly present because I will be watching the clock and longing for the time that he too, will retreat to bed.
Today, I am longing for 10:00. That time when I am finally alone and the house is quiet. The time when my soul can find rest and I can look back at my day and see Jesus in the mundane moments. I can retreat to my journal and my Bible and write down His goodness. His faithfulness to me. His gifts that are easy to see in the quiet.
“The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.”