I'm sitting here in our family dining room attempting homework but my mind is a flurry of ideas. Very rarely is our home quiet. Often I hear a news anchor, drum solos from downstairs, the rustling of the material of people's clothing as they move, or the pitter patter of my dogs' paws on the tile.
But right now, all I hear is the air conditioner, the tick-tock of my father's clock from Germany, and the keys on my laptop being pressed as my nails, that are slightly too long for my taste, are clattering against them.
Ah, there's some movement. I heard a laugh and heard my mom's footsteps and the hangers in the laundry room being tangled. And here it is again.
My grandmother's caregiver just left which caused Rocky, my golden wavy haired little dog to bark and howl to be let out of the bedroom after he heard the click and creak of the door.
But there is silence, again. The tick-tock. The remembrance that these moments, once passed, will never again be recovered.
And then I breathe. I breathe in slowly and deeply knowing that my life is ever changing and how beautiful each moment is.
The dogs just got let out of the room-- the pitter patter of their paws, the panting of running around the house to see if they missed anything of importance.
Our lives are beautiful. Even in the routine, even in the monotony. Even in the chaos and uncertainty--our lives are being molded and shaped by our Sovereign God.
The people who frustrate us, the noises that annoy us, the questions that pester us--don't let it.
Learn from the moments, see the beauty, find the irony, and laugh.
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