Milk and a Feather

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?”

“No.  Why?”

“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.