Mornings are crazy. Always.
John Ortberg has said, “Hurry can destroy our souls. Hurry can keep us from living well.”
I know that my voice is most often raised when I’m struggling to get my boys to move faster. I know that when I’m in a hurry, it affects my mood and everyone around me. But we just don’t have the luxury of time when we have to be out at the bustop at 7:00am every morning.
Yes. Don’t you think that’s crazy that my 5 year old boys had to be up at 6:15 every day before kindergarten?! Our school is one of three early elementary schools and time seems to govern our lives these days.
So our schedule gets a little hectic in the mornings. Last Wednesday, I was making lunches in the kitchen while the boys were getting dressed upstairs. I overheard Asher yell to Randall in the next room:
“Dad? Can I have some milk and a feather?”
“I want to make milk come out my nose.”
Obviously, Asher is not in a hurry, even when Randall and I are. I laughed so hard. I’m still laughing… A feather?! Where does he come up with these things!
God, thank you for the reminder to slow down.