After lunch, I’m eyeing the clock, waiting for 1pm to get here. That’s the time for my two little ones to skitter up the stairs, I will read them a book (or three) and then it’s quiet time for both of them. After their doors close, I can feel my body relax. I excitedly heat up water in the kettle for some tea, and break out my Bible. This is my only Alone Time during the day. I’m going through the book of Psalms now, using the reading plan in my Bible as my daily checklist of which Psalm or multiple Psalms to read, and the two “Going Deeper” readings elsewhere in the Word. I have my journal and pen in hand as I read, so that I can write down the verses that speak to me, and then once my Bible is closed, I write out my prayers in ink. I savor this hour, just God and me, alone. Which is why it’s so hard to not be rattled when one of my girls yells from her door, “I have to go potty!” Or any number of other interruptive exclamations. I’m protective of this time, and it’s difficult for me not to get angry when my alone time is disrupted. Thank you, Lord, for your grace and for meeting me, and help me to savor your presence all day long, not just in the one hour I allot. Also, help me to savor this precious, fleeting time with my little girls while they’re home with me all day.
I remember those years. I understand the sanctity of that alone time and the feelings that stir when it’s interrupted. You are wise, though, in your petition to also savor this time when your children are young. Yesterday my boys were four and six. Today they are forty and thirty-eight. Don’t blink. Visiting from FMF#19
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Thank you, Susan! I know it goes quickly. My baby just turned 3, and I’m not sure how that happened. As we all get older, time seems to go faster. Thank you for visiting.
I remember trying to find those moments when my kids were little. My baby just turned 18. Finding the time is easier but I have tried to also find other creative opportunities to seek solitude (driving, waiting in the car to pick them up, etc…) A friend of mine wrote a book called “Long Days of Small Things” which frames parenting littles as liturgies of spiritual disciplines which you may like.
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