In my short time on team mom I am realizing you have to be ready for anything. There is a “both and” feel to this season. He is both my baby AND growing into a little man. I know this season feels just as weird to him as it does me. It’s the middle. It’s transition. From the ending of what was to the beginning of what will be.

We can’t measure the work and ways of God by worldly standards. The things of God often seem foolish to this world. On the streets of Nashville God gave me eyes to see that I needed to stop trying to measure up. I needed to stop reaching for a lie that a rhythm and routine would make everything ok. Instead, I need to reach for him.

Parenting is hard on so many levels. What I have found is that the most difficulty is found when my hurried, self-centered, “get things accomplished” self wages war against a parent’s call to patience, slowness, and self-sacrifice.

What is it about stillness that fills up our soul like a deep breath? Is it because stillness is an invitation to the place where the whisper of God meets the worry of my life?