I'm stingy with my time. Because I'm a mom, I feel so divided. Most days I feel like a waitress and a nurse, on-call 24/7. So "me" time is very precious. But many times when I finally sit down to pray, or read a book, or write, something happens. The phone rings, Timothy wakes up from his nap, and the list goes on... Agh! I get really frustrated when my plans get messed up. But as Renee Swope put it, "But sometimes He rearranges the furniture in my 'quiet place' and it becomes more of a place in my heart than a space in my home or in my day."
I like that thought. Because even when my wonderful plans have gone screwy, my heart can still be with God. I can still talk to him while I'm folding laundry, and worship while I color with Timmy. It's not about the routine or the plan anyway. It's a heart thing. Good reminder.
Also, I finished my art piece for the Art/Writing challenge I participated in. This is what I came up with (Cathedral Tree), based on the poem my partner sent me. A line she wrote was about the "spiritual discipline of watching falling leaves". It made me think of a cathedral, a sacred space. I feel that way about trees, and nature. I feel closer to the Creator when I'm in His creation.