January 3, 2012
Mornings are not my shining glory. Never have been. Catch me at midnight and I'm a buzzing bee, catch me at seven a.m. and well, you won't catch me because I will be sound asleep. But alas, this is a new year and that means actually bringing some meaningful communication to my home before 10 a.m. As I tucked Annabeth in last night, she mentioned that fresh cranberry scones would be a yummy breakfast. Yes they would-delivered. But I woke at the early morning hour of eight and baked her some scones. I then lovingly woke my three children (who also acted like we were rising at dawn) and we had a rather relaxed beginning to our "back to school" day as we read from Philippians about rejoicing always and giving thanks in petitions. We also spent time together reflecting on last year and praying together about the coming year before tackling the subjects of math and spelling (How did they manage to lose all math skills in a mere two weeks?!?) But once again, I was stopped by the Spirit to consider: I had ingredients in my pantry to prepare food; I had the ability to follow a recipe and give my daughter something she had asked for; I have freedom to read scripture and pray with my children before starting our school day; I have children who by God's grace are willing to listen to Biblical instruction and share their experiences of knowing Christ; I have the Spirit that binds us as not only as family members on earth but sisters and brothers in Christ. This list could go on and on from scones and scripture! From stopping long enough to consider a mere 20 minutes of my day as a gift from God. I am humbled and I am awed.
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