Sunday we were all together. We were outside. We went slow. We laughed a lot. We sat around our fire pit. Matt played his guitar. We ate and chilled out together. These four gave me the most precious gift for Mother’s Day, their time.

On Monday life was back to normal, all of us going our separate ways. The time together on Sunday was fuel in my soul. Yet the reality is, moments like Sunday aren’t the standard anymore like it once was. And as much as I love those moments, they aren’t what I can rely on for my fuel, as I admittedly have for a long time.

I have been praying how to use the margin of time that is growing in my life. I don’t have an answer to what that is yet. Instead of filling all the gaps, I am finding myself sitting in some of them.

It is uncomfortable.

Yet life has taught me, sometimes it is in the uncomfortable spaces where we grow the most.

So for now, I am giving thanks for the sweet moments like Sunday with my family, and being prayerful to use the growing margin wisely.

I share this with you today in case you are in a similar place. I invite you to join me to…

pause. breathe. pray.

The gift of time together is precious. Let’s treasure it when we get it and absorb the love shared. May we remember it’s okay to be in this uncomfortable place. Let’s pray for God’s love to fuel us and help us use the growing margin of time wisely.

With love and hope,
Shawn

Teach me to number my days so that I may gain a heart of wisdom.
-Psalm90:12