I'm a mom on a mission to get my kids through the jungle of puberty while keeping my sanity along the journey.
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Join me in my daily walk through the joys and struggles of parenthood. Share a word of encouragement or be encouraged. Cry a little, laugh a lot, but know it is all in divine order.
It was a
calm morning, my kids were nestled under their blankets. Darkness still
blanketed the entire house. I tiptoed through the house to my writing spot and
turned on a single light. After falling asleep early the night before, I was
ready to rise and get a jump on my writing.
My version
of a wrinkle in time experience came as I sat staring at a blank computer
screen. According to my bedroom clock, it was 4:30 am when I attempted to start
my project. After about an hour I had only typed a paragraph and written a few
outline notes. I decided to
take a break from writing and do a little reading. After a short while, I looked
at the small clock in corner of my computer screen. The numbers showed 4:30am; time
had stood still. No. It was day light savings time and I had forgotten to set
my clock back before I went to bed. Surely with
time on my side now, I would get lot accomplished. Hmmm. I had good intensions,
but decided to crawl back under the covers and wait for daybreak. The wrinkles
in my covers had a stronger call than the wrinkle in time I had been given.
The project
I was working on was eventually started, after I got up for the second time.
Although I did not write the entire time of the extra hour I had, I was
satisfied to have a jump start on my project.
What
encounters have you experienced when given extra time to get something done?