There’s something about having time off, whether it’s a holiday or a vacation, that makes me reevaluate….well, everything. I think it has something to do with having time to think and no place to be. I can finally hear my thoughts.
It’s Christmas night and just about everything feels as it should be.
For starters, my family is home. We’re together. The calendar and clock aren’t dictating our lives.
I felt like this back in October when we took a week of vacation. I want more of my family. The older my kids get, the louder I hear the clock ticking; warning me that I have limited time left with them before they head out on their own.
I’ve got to figure out how to make some meaningful changes in the coming days. It’s a burden on my heart that won’t release.
It’s going to be a challenge. My husband is going back to school in a couple of weeks to get his Master’s degree. Life is going to get a whole lot harder for at least the next two years.
I think the first agenda items will be: getting even more incredibly organized (I can do this, nobody does anal retentive like me), saying “no” when it’s healthy to do so (and ignore those who don’t like it), and get my health routine back on track.
This is sounding like a New Year’s resolution post and maybe on some level it is. But the bottom line is God gave me my family as my first mission field and the clock is winding down.