Big Rocks

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What matters to you?  For me, the answer is simple:  other than my relationship with God, my family matters most to me.  To get more specific, how I guide my kids through the gauntlet of child-and-teenhood is of utmost importance to me during these brief years.  And that sounds great, right?  Many of us might say the same.  But the thing is, I get so distracted by all the good/interesting/fun/educational/creative/ministerial things I could be doing that I forget to keep my priorities straight.  Like the raccoon who can’t extricate his arm from a trap because he’s clinging to the shiny bit of tinfoil, I can hang on to activities or ideas I think are good even when they’re causing me to neglect the “main things” in my life.  A wise woman, teacher, and author, Sally Clarkson writes about the temptation for moms to get distracted by all sorts of things and forget to mother according to their most cherished ideals.  She reminds us that we only have a few big rocks (main things) we need to fit into the jars of our lives, but many little ones (everything else).  If we put the little rocks in first, you guessed it, there’s no longer room for the big rocks.  I don’t know what your big rocks are, or even if you’re a mother with kids in the home.  But I’d like to encourage you (and myself) that whatever matters most to you, whatever you know-as-you-know should be a the top of your life list, focus on that.  Give it priority, keep it out in front of you.  Don’t get distracted.  In the end, I think we’ll all be glad we kept the main things the main thing.

Friends with Fur

Everyone needs friends.  I realize that now more than ever.  As an introvert I can go days without contact with the outside world, but now that it feels like we’re starting life over again, I seem to need people more than in times past.  But it’s hard because many who were once very much in my life have moved on.  Three years is a longish time.  Some of my friends have gotten married, or had kids, or moved to different cities, or experienced trauma.  Things have changed.  We’ve changed and I don’t blame my old circle for changing its shape.  Still, I’ve got to find a new normal.  I need friends.

Apparently I’m not the only one.

We’re visiting Husband’s parents, brother, and sister-in-law this weekend.  They have a slightly older dog and we weren’t sure how our ADD puppy might get along with her.  All I can say is, I have not, in the entire 2.5 months we’ve owned her, seen our puppy as happy as she is in this moment.  She has made a friend and, by the looks of it, they’re in middle school and are planning to buy matching heart necklaces.  It’s pretty sweet, actually.

All God’s creatures need friends.  (I’m not sure about sharks and snakes).

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