Good morning! It is 7:45 AM and I am running on a few sporadic hours of sleep. Two year old Rosie was up over and over last night, claiming she needed to potty, only to sit there and do nothing…. and then have an accident in the bed.
Around 5:45 this morning I just gave up on getting any more sleep for either of us, parked her on the couch with some milk and myself with an americano, while I mentally prepped for a rough day. I have so many things (big and small) I need to get done, and a few sleepless nights in a row has me feeling like I can’t get it all done.
“O Lord, my heart is not lifted up;
my eyes are not raised too high;
I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me.
But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child is my soul within me.”
There are times for Mama to dive deeper, but for me, that is not this day. Today is a day to calm and quiet my soul. Today, we are putting one foot in front of the other, and seeking the Lord’s constant presence. Elisabeth Elliot would say, “Just do the next thing.”
So, that’s what today is. A day of next things. One at a time.