Busy-busy, we’re always busy.
There is, at times, beauty in busy. My plate is full. And so is my heart. My hands are full of blessings.

I love the sing-song voice that calls, “Mama I have a surprise for you!” And proudly brings in an egg.

I choose to love the laundry that says, “we played hard today”  or “we’re potty training”. The dishes that ask “why do you make everything from scratch?”

Sometimes I miss the beautiful, peaceful rhythm of busy.

So this is my reminder to stop. Be thankful. Be peaceful. And even, be busy.

He leads me besides still water, He restores my soul..

from Psalm 23


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