I may have my hands on the wheel, but we all know who’s *really* driving this crazy rig. (Still wondering how we got 2 blondie babies.)
In a season where I still feel like my time, my body, my sleep, my schedule, and my agenda aren’t my own, I have to work intentionally to control what I can and release the rest to the Divine.
What that looks like (on a good day):
Taking care of my body (move and fuel)
Taking care of my mind (listen and read)
Taking care of my soul (pray and be still)
Being realistic about standards and expectations
Looking for special moments in the chaos
What it looks like (on not-my-best-days):
All of the above, if possible, plus:
Giving myself grace
Using my couch coins for a drive-thru treat
Connecting with people who care
Asking for help
Laughing at the absurd and letting the tears fall when they come
Life is messy. We don’t get through it alone or move through it unchanged. This is a season of pressing. But I can either focus on the squeeze, or choose to look ahead with belief to what I know is a lifetime of blessing and earned wisdom to come.
Learning, leaning, and trusting as I go,
J 