Yesterday morning, David said "Do something fun today!" as he was leaving for work. My mind swirled ahead to all the things that needed to be done today. How would I have time for anything fun?
What is fun anyway?
Have I forgotten how to have fun? In all the busyness and bustle of life with three young littles, what do I do for fun anymore?
Go to the store by myself.
Close the door to the bathroom for a few minutes of quiet and a deep breath.
My mind kind of hits a wall after that - what else is fun? Even the things I used to find fun - crafting, thrifting, baking seem to have lost a bit of the thrill which has been traded for a tired heart and stressed mind.
Have I forgotten how to play and how to rest and how to relax and how to enjoy? In some ways, yes - I think I have. I have gotten so caught up in child-rearing, in this season. And, then I read Ann's post on being quiet - which trickles down deeply into the dry lands of my heart.
Yes, quiet is a call I can respond to. Even in short moments for now...
Quietness is frightening.
What will I hear? What will I have to face? Oh, for the noise to just cover all of that up. Noise feels safer somehow - yet is unsettling itself.
Yet - I heed the call, and I sit in quiet.
So, as Quiet Time approaches in our home, I gather a book that inspires gentle and quiet living - an afghan - a pillow ... and rest.
Initially, I have to read the same words over and over to overcome the noise in my head and heart - but slowly, I am quieted. I rest.
And, yes - it was fun!