While I am always being intentional about the amount of stuff we have in our home and de-cluttering, the books always seem to remain. It is so important to my husband and I that we foster a love for reading in our home, so we keep a lot of books around.
A pile of laundry waits to be folded, dishes sprinkle the kitchen counter from a chaotic breakfast, and my toddler is throwing a tantrum because I told her no more juice. Instantly, my hands grasp for my phone in it’s pink case.
Without even thinking, I open to Facebook and begin to scroll. The chaos ensues around me and then I see the article. You know the one. In fact, you may be thinking this is one of those articles. The very well intended articles about how moms are too wrapped up in their phones.
Enter a truckload of guilt pouring over my already weary self. “I am such a bad mom,” the lies whisper to me.
As I sat on the couch, my two boys and little girl snuggled next to me. A worn quilt covered us, warming our weary bodies. In the middle of what had been a chaotic day, joy was creeping into my soul and overshadowing all the stresses of the day. It had been a morning of ups and downs, but in that simple moment all was good. Suddenly, the tiring moments of the day seemed so small in comparison to the current moment.
While sitting on that couch, I thought a lot about choosing joy as a mom. Even though I desired a lifestyle that spilled joy everywhere, it seemed harder than I had imagined when I was in the middle of the trenches.
One of the biggest struggles we all have is time management. We all seek to be intentional with our days and yet it seems like it never happens. Our closets are stacked with half used planners and notepads scribbled with lists. Baskets of old hobbies clutter the corners of our homes, as we wish for the days when we had “more time.”
Sometimes we find ourselves caught up in saying, “One day, when the kids are older, I will have more time and then I will do this or that.” However, when one day comes it once again gets moved just a little further down the path.
With our words we can tear down or build up. One little sentence can bring up the ugliness of our hearts, or one sentence can spread kindness and love. Choosing kindness with the words I use has been something I have been intentionally working on over the past year.
As a woman, I know how easy it is to get caught in the web of gossip and hurtful talk. Without intending to, we can quickly slip into a lifestyle focused on negativity which is ultimately rooted in comparison.
Looking at my own life, I know there was a season where I was focused on talking about everyone else with friends than about my own issues. In hindsight, I see how our friendships lacked depth because we were only focused on others (in a negative way), rather than ourselves.