This past week I made an obvious, yet profound realization. Blogging was taking up too much of my time; more time than I could afford. Blogging was not only keeping me up late with the linky parties that go live just before bedtime, but it was cutting into my God time, the biggest uh-oh of all. If I claim to be a Christian blogger, but spend more time hopping around on social media, sending emails, and tweaking photos online than I do really getting into the Word, there’s something that needs to change. And it has.
Starting this week, I determined that I’d spend at least as much time reading scripture, praying, and worshiping than typing away at this sticky keypad. It’s felt good. I haven’t met the mark every single day, but I’ve given it a good try. And I’m improving. It’s the way my life should be, and the way it will stay. If I have to schedule every single post and work meticulously from a blog planner to make sure my time is funneled toward my primary priorities (God, family) then that’s alright. I actually love being organized anyway, so it’ll just make blogging even more fun. I feel lighter, more joyful, and just plain good when I’ve set aside time for dates with Jesus and I know he likes it too.
Summer Elizabeth and I had a mommy-baby picnic on Monday outside on the lawn. The neighbors dogs must’ve mistakenly received an invite too. Their sniffing around begging morsels of papaya and bread moved our picnic indoors real fast.
This Tuesday I spent about 3 hours organizing children’s gifts that my husband will take to a handful of indigenous communities later on this month. It’s incredible the generosity of Ticos, especially this time of year. In an afternoon we managed to match names to more than 300 gifts. Wow! I can hardly believe this is just the beginning. I can tell you this, Husband and the group he’s leading into San Vito are gonna have their work cut out for them.
One of my favorite advent calendar tasks this week was making a nativity. Although this print out laminate from wasn’t what I’d originally had in mind, I love it’s bright, bold colors and Summer Elizabeth can’t keep her hands off it. She has a fascination with hiding the paper dolls under the rug and then pulling them back out again. We tell her the story over and over again, so surely she’s picking up bits and pieces of the most important Christmas story of all. That’s what counts.
What’s been your favorite memory this week?