We have family staying with us for several days. There are sisters and kids everywhere, lots of goodness and extra pairs of shoes by the back door. Since I’ve been out of sync with my routines for weeks now, I’m tempted to get antsy when I think of the days ahead, though I love each person under my roof.
I’m tempted, I say, but I’m determined not to give in to the feeling. Because I’m understanding, more and more, that life is just a handful of breaths–and that God and people are the only real things when it all comes down.
Routines should serve us and not the other way around. So the thing I’m going to do this week, if I don’t do anything else, is to look my people in the eye. I’m going to be here, listening and remembering, not writing my novel in my mind, or grumping about the watercolor days.
I will stay awake.