Yesterday I stumbled across a pin with 20 writing prompts for spiritual journaling. I’m a journal junkie, and obviously, a Pinterest junkie, so I couldn’t pass up a quick glance. Before I could double click, one prompt jumped right off the page and really made me think:
This morning’s harsh, March wind is pounding helplessly at our windowpanes, crashing through the newly budding tree limbs, and recklessly knocking over anything in it’s way. The springtime cold snap has officially shoved it’s way through.
What does your “spring break” look like? Traveling to see family? Taking a day or two off work? Having all your kids home from school? Catching up on spring cleaning? Planting a garden?
We officially have just under 10 weeks left before we meet the newest little addition to our family! I think it’s also safe to say that I am officially in crazy-mama-nesting-mode.
I have a confession to make.
Lately my desire to be in control of my life has far outweighed my desire to trust in the Lord.
Sometimes our battlefront is right here. In the few minutes of hot coffee we get to enjoy before the sun wakes up. In the chill of the dark, February morning air. In the quiet before the chaos of “Mom, where’s my other sock?!”
I couldn’t decide what to write about for this weekly brew. I’ve had a million thoughts on my mind lately. So I asked my husband. He said decisively and without hesitation, “Peace.”
“Peace?” I almost accusingly inquired. “But I always write about peace. I think people get tired of reading about peace.”
He simply replied, “In a broken world, there’s never enough peace.”
I suppose that’s all I need to write.
So open-endedly, and without explanation,
At the end of some weekends, we feel rested, rejuvenated, ready to get Monday started. At the end of others, we feel weary, stressed, and uncertain of whether or not we can make it through another week so soon.
Last week we found ourselves browsing at Home Depot, just for fun – a luxury of sorts, especially for Hubby who adores hunting through the used wood pile and discarded paint colors.
Happy Monday, everyone!
A couple of years ago, when I completely made over A Fresh Brewed Faith, I began regularly posting something called the “Weekly Brew” every Monday.