I couldn’t see it then like I can now–hindsight brings perspective like nothing else–but the days and times of my life were way too full. Like a washing machine jammed tight with clothes and socks and towels, I couldn’t cram one more thing in if I tried. Nothing was getting the attention it deserved–not my kids or their education, not my husband or my home, and certainly not the meals or the ministries I served. Sure, it made it in the daily load, but just like the dirty socks crammed in with the towels and the muddy jeans, they wouldn’t get their due.
Until life got emptied. When God brought us to a new town with a new plan for all of us, my days were emptied of all the previous busyness. No more homeschooling. No more leading a homeschool group. No more giant house to keep. Empty of excess and that which ran me ragged, I relished in the new season of empty days.
A chance to look at my time and mission and finally achieve that which had only been a dream–margin. That beautiful empty space that exists to highlight what’s really important
There’s something about a blank page that makes you think long and hard before you write on it. Empty days bring reflection and a chance to be choosy, prayerful and thankful for the empty space and a chance to wash the dirty socks all by themselves.
I’m linking up with The Gypsy Mama for her fabulously fun 5 Minute Friday. You can too!