My kids have been gone two weeks and are coming home today. Yay! It has been surreal not having them here. But...
Confession: I had plans to have a very clean house while they were gone. But.
I took the time to write instead. I wrote a lot. And so today, because my mother-in law is bringing them home, I woke up and started cleaning like mad.
And now I'm here; writing. Because my house is guest ready? No. I'm not finished cleaning. I'm just here because I decided that my writing is more important than cleaning.
The house is somewhat clean. Clean enough. But if I will be losing time now that the kids are coming home, I think I'd rather take these last few moments of free time to contemplate.
I have embraced this truth about me: I have a Mary heart, not a Martha heart. I am a contemplative.
Marthas are amazing. The world would be a pig sty without them. But what would the world be like without the Marys? So, today instead of beating myself up because I'm not a Martha, I embrace my Maryness. Jesus loves us all.