Since Ava started school, we seem to have entered some kind of world where time runs by on a conveyor belt. Gone are the long, quiet, home days. I miss them. I do. I won't lie...
I miss no pressure breakfasts... I miss being able to leave the house without raising my voice to some little person who's not following instructions. There are pressure points in our day now where there never used to be. And that takes a little getting used to.
So many people told me to enjoy the little days when it was just me and them... And I did, I really did... But they just weren't long enough. Four short years. Gone. Just like that.
And now time races.
Our days are bookended by school runs. Out the door at 8.30am... By the time we're home it's gone nine and then we have six hours... Six hours which sound like an eternity but feel like a sprint. And then I'm bundling my babies back in the buggy to pick up their big sister again.
As I've reflected on time, this week, I've been reminded how precious it is. How short. How fleeting. How it seems to speed up and speed up with every passing year.
And how, therefore, I need to make the most of every moment. Every second. Every minute. And make sure each moment and second and minute is lived as it should be lived...
Spending my life; sacrificing, serving and running the 'conveyor belt' of time to the glory of the one who made me. And being thankful. Always. Even in the pressure points. Even when I've failed again... Raised my voice again... Been impatient again...
Thankfulness and God-glorifying. In every. single. moment.
What a calling.
"And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him." - Colossians 3:17 -