Watch the pretty birdie...

Kinda strange title, but I couldn't think of anything informative, intriguing, or interesting, so I went for the first thing that popped into my head.

I will be talking today about life, and it may seem that I am complaining, this is not the case. I just want to get some things off my chest and vent for a bit, but remember, It's All Good; Beautiful day, Great to be alive; Thank God I'm Alive!!!

I don't think that there has ever been a time in my life that I have been so busy, and seemed so overwhelmed with all the things that I have to do. School is really reading heavy this semester, in fact, I bought 26 books for my four classes. 26!!! Now I like reading, but this is a bit much. I am still working at the Women's Center on Friday's, and Babysitting Tyler on Friday mornings. Teaching Sunday School. Taking Jess to soccer practice on Wednesday evening, then Praise practice, then Faith Weavers. Soccer games on Saturday mornings. The wonderful Worship Taskforce that meets every two weeks on Wednesday evenings, in which I get the pleasure of reading another book!!! I started BSF last week, which is two hours on Tuesday morning... but I realized that I am too busy, and with a lot of prayer, decided to not do BSF for lack of time. On top of all this, I still have to be a mom, packing lunches, making breakfast and dinner, and try to keep my house from reaching the toxic waste dump status.

Honestly, I don't know how people do it all. It really does make me appreciate the 40 min drive to class four days a week. At least I get some time to myself, where I only have to worry about driving, don't have to deal with Jess, and can tune out the world blasting my WAYFM. Thankfully, I have realized the importance of quite time with God, though they are few and far between.

Last Friday, I was helping Jen go through 20 years of collected possessions (for lack of a more polite word than junk or crap), and was exhausted. It was getting dark. Jen was in the house putting Tyler to bed, Jess was in the pole barn with Jen's folks; no one except me was outside. So I sat on the ground. I just sat there looking at the clouds. The wind was blowing cooly, and the clouds were moving rather quickly across the sky, the trees were rustling and it was very peaceful. I couldn't help but slow down, and just not think about anything except God. This time only lasted for maybe ten minutes or so, but it was enough to renew myself and to calm down and appreciate life.

My prayer is that I can have more of these short breather moments more often.