The morning bed covers reached around me and were the perfect kind of warm this morning.
I hear kids rustling, making tea, the sun peeks into my window, and fresh air blows in calling me out of my little nest.
I have the chance to settle in and read the Word with a cup of tea, and golden pops of spring in a lime jar looking at me.
Sending a sweet smell my way.
Mindful... for a few seconds before my day's focus changes.
It's my way of charging up for the day.
My first fuel.
Live life then with a due sense of responsibility, not as women who do not know the meaning and purpose of life, but as those who do. Make the best use of your time, despite all of the evils of these days. Don't be vague, but grasp firmly what you know to be the will of the Lord.
We're supposed to live purposely and timely, with a focus in life.
And for me that never comes without praying about nearly everything.
If we haven't chosen what we are living for, we are living in default.
Running here and there, space taken up by the many duties and activities, bending to other people's agendas, and the pressures of life.
It's a faulty focus that I am so guilty of chastising.
But never is it too late to change focus.
So this morning, I sit in the quiet,
And take time to pen down my focus.
What do I want my life to feel like, look like?
How do my actions speak to others?
What do I want my life to look like at 50....at 80?
How can I pattern my life after women that I admire?
These words came to mind as to how I want to live:
content, clearly, patiently, kind, purposefully, creatively, and faithfully.
It's a start and a place to grow from.
Always the growing and learning who I am supposed to be a midst all of my failures.
It's good to know we are fresh and forgiven every new morning.
Brand spanking new.
Ready to be shaped into the person God has in mind.
Wishing you all a lovely Spring day friends!