5 Minute Friday- 2, CHOOSE

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

choose snooze.  

"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.

5 minute Friday-1- small

Small

I'm a housewife.  A mom.  I wipe noses and counters and bottoms.  All day.
Money's tight.  five babies.
one for private school next year and the others?  homeschool?  keep trucking through public school with all the complaints that we have logged?  get a job?

money's tight...for anyone.  time for a new car.  these wheels are the best thing about our car right now.  I'm so so unfocused because I feel so very small.

Time to place all these little grinding sandy worries and anxieties at the feet of the cross.  Time to get out the oil of prayer and silence and let it clean those worries out of my gears.  Small bits of hope must be cultivated and not choked out by my unclear focus.  These worries of mine- they envelope me and it's time to let them be washed away.  Or my spirit gets smaller and smaller until my focus becomes a blurry dirty glass that won't let light through and certainly can't be filled up with freshness that is found in THE WORD.