Choose...what a gift.
Choices in every moment of every hour...how will I focus? Where will I focus? WHO will I choose?
I choose Christ. Not always though, when I'm cuddled in bed, it's dark, the covers are soft and warm and the air is cold and hard. The alarm is so rude. Those times I
"I'll have time later in the day", I think to myself as I try and pick up where I left off in my secure cocoon. The rest of my day is jarring. Wake up kids- I'm just as rude as the alarm tone that interrupted me earlier. Quickly I escort the 3 year old to the bathroom when I notice that she's still dry. Unfolding her body like a little kitten that you're trying to sit squarely on the small pink potty. Five breakfasts...five lunches...five water bottles and five snacks. Ten shoes and and five back packs. Many kisses and some scoldings to GET.MOVING!!!
|Last year snapshots of my lovies.|
Now I choose my coffee and my bible. Because long ago, before I was even a wisp of a thought. Christ chose me.