Time

Last night my Little and I had much need snuggle time. She was in her papa’s T-shirt and squeaky clean from the shower. We settled in on the sofa and relaxed. It was past her bed time but we both need to connect in a soft loving way. She put her head in my lap and I scratched her back as we talked. I then escorted her up the stairs to tuck her in with hugs and kisses. I always encourage my children to talk to God when I leave. I feel it’s important that we spend personal time with Him and I want them to learn and be in the practice of being able to just talk to God.


When I lived in the woods, I found it so easy to have a conversation amongst the trees.The gully would be lined with dogwood flowers in the spring and the earth smelled incredible. It was amazing. My very favorite place was at the end of our property. Wild violets grew in this spot, a tree had fallen so I had a place to sit. I could hear the spring in the gully below the rustling of leaves as the wildlife foraged about for food and His voice softly whispering through the branches. In the Fall the reds, yellows, and browns painted the ceiling of the woods and the damp floor of the world smelled of Fall. At times you could smell the fait hint of leaves burning from a neighbor tending to their yard. An invasion of humans into the wild. A reminder that God brought the wild here before us. In the winter the world turned grey and white and life seemed so still and peaceful His voice so calm to me.


Some days I long for that kind of peace with Him as I rush about answering children and the phone. Making needed calls and following up on commitments. I’m up and at it so early some mornings I don’t even have the lay in bed and pray for my day time. I get home late some nights and shower then try to let go of the day. I am like most of us in a hurry to get nowhere.

Finding snuggle time with God. . . . Priceless.