Alice in Wonderland's white rabbit, it always running about in a frenzy asking "...the time, the time, who's got the time??" He is always running late, and always in a hurry.
Many days I feel like a white rabbit. Too many days lately. I want to slow down, slow life down....I want to be able to take in each moment and give thanks for it. The rush is getting to me, some days drives me to tears. The trying to keep up. Dishes. Laundry. Changing diapers. Feeding mouths. Cleaning. Work from home....etc....etc. You get the idea. I'm missing all the gifts I've been given when I become the white rabbit.
I wasn't created to be a white rabbit. I was created to be me, and I believe I was created to be a thankful me.
I LOVE, Ann Voscamp in One thousand gifts. She is real. When I read her book, I see her being on a journey to go through her wonderland without anymore white rabbit incidents. She writes "Is it only when our lives are emptied that we're surprised by how truly full our lives were? Instead of filling with expectation, the joy filled expect nothing and are filled. This breath! This oak tree! This daisy! This work! This sky! These people! This day! Surprise!"
Today, God has granted me the grace to see! To name just a few.....calm morning with husband and coffee on the couch-lost in conversation, baby jabbering and starring at me bright and early, biggest little boy digging in the dirt outside, winter shadows in the woods, unexpected gift of two babies napping at the same time....SURPRISE!, short bubble bath and time to write this blog.