If this post gets finished and published it will be a minor miracle.
It's pretty hard to keep my thoughts flowing while battling Zoe for the keyboard and moving her away from the desk doors and out of all my paperwork. Right now I have, possibly, two minutes while she chews on a marker she shouldn't have, to write.
Today it is just us girls. The big kids are at school and we didn't have to drive them, so it's been a pretty free morning. I had visions of accomplishing so much.
Yet the laundry and dishes are still undone, clothes are still strewn about. (Why is Jack's pj shirt in the kitchen?) And the rest is just not tidied up.
Why?
Because Zoe wanted me to hold her instead.
We ate oatmeal.
She used me like a jungle gym.
She played with her toys, but only while I was holding her next to me, on the couch.
She is not a typically cuddly baby, but she really wants to be where the action is. And when it's the two of us, she wants my undivided attention. What a blessing.
Just like God. He wants my undivided attention too, and yet I find it so hard to give sometimes. I love to sit and talk to God, while I am crafting...while I am listening to music...while I am in the shower...
And yet, He is calling me, over and over again, to just sit with Him. To delight in that time. To love Him uninterrupted.
This is not where I thought this post was going...but I guess it is what God wanted me to hear. So I am logging off to visit with my Jesus.
