Sigh.
My table is finally cleared, but my eyes dart away from the piles that got created in the cleaning. I hear the laundry turning – job security in the folding department. I can feel the sand on my feet – which found a home under my table.
I’ve gone through my blog post ideas and have come up with about 8 or 9 that I’d love to share with you all – but we have not been inside for a week.
If we havn’t been inside – then how did the list of cleaning projects grow into a two page spread?
I felt the weight of it all – in this season of summer – when the body gets tired, the heat fills the days – and the opportunities for exploration are so great – but when discipline in the home still needs to stay consistent.
I almost didn’t read the post that changed my perspective today - A tiny little woman talking to me about what I really weigh – but I did – I stopped to read – How to Read your Scales and Find Your Perfect Weight – and I was stopped. Hard. Joy filled my soul. Peace. A lifting of my spirit. Also- confession – of the sin of using those scales.
My folks will be here tomorrow, and we will enjoy their company, I’ll give them the hint to not wear their cleanest freshest white socks. 🙂 Not sure, after my life with them and 21 years on my own, that they ever would anyway . . . My mom and I might piddle in the dirt together, or sit in the sun relaxing with ice tea.
The laundry will go through, and the classroom will get re-settled. The plans will be made, and the cupboards will get set. The walls will find themselves clean again. There is time.
I will rejoice for a week on the lake- for meeting new friends – for feeling part of their family – for long walks, and longer swims, for discovering new life on the lake – for learning more about God’s’ creation – and for having a head spinning with ideas for next school year – knowing that the ToDo list – will get done. Or. Not. 🙂
Are you feeling burdened this morning? With August around the corner? With the changes to get ready for another school year? Join with me. Take a collective breath. Write a list. And do the next thing. :)
Thank you to all of my new subscribers – I appreciate you following our journey. Good posts to come – we are busy LIVING our great life – no time to “report” on it just now – but I felt the need to stop for some encouragement. 🙂
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Much Love,
Angie – the Pebblekeeper.
+Angie Wright
Pebblekeeper 
You hit it, right on the head. I’m encouraged by your thoughtfulness on the busy-making part of life, and in the midst of this move I feel so…behindish-wondering-what-life-will-be-in-a-weekish. Thanks for the courage to be a beautiful mama in spite of the chaos.
Sigh.
Thank you my puddle stomping friend. There are likely to be more puddles up north. 🙂 I think. As I wake up to gray overcast fog sky. . . . . Praying for your transition. God has Plan. He is not surprised. Don’t forget to breathe. 🙂
Thanks for sharing this…both your own thoughts and the link to the post that encouraged you. I also wanted to let you know that I’ve linked to your post in my own post today.
Thanks April! Your post at is just beautiful. It is just how I felt yesterday when I read Ann’s post. 🙂 Thanks for reading – and thanks for sharing. 🙂
There have been times when I finish a good book, and wonder if the author’s parents read it and what they think of their child…..Well, now when I read some of your posts, I think I know how they may have felt.