busy doesn't mean important.
And growth is fueled by rain just as much as sunshine.
Every day, it seems, I need a reminder that
blessings are not burdens.
And that actual burdens aren't so heavy when you're well-yoked as well as Well-Yoked.
Sometimes I forget that
toddler doesn't mean baby,
and preschooler doesn't mean 17.
And I don't often enough remember
that you have to start with the end in mind
but also remember that the future is not yet here.
So, today, I turn my palms up, crane my face toward the heavens and soak up reminders like I do sunshine in hopes of remembering the warmth wrapped in the realities of the every day.
