Motherhood | Taking Time to Slow

This is the first slow week we've had in a long while.  Today was the first day we have left the house since church on Sunday.  Many would feel claustrophobic and antsy being home several days in a row, but it has been so refreshing for me.  I have had to say, "no," to activities and engagements, but it has been so worth it!  

Along with hunkering down at Casa Quick, we have lost our babe's sweet Lovie.  How does one lose something when they haven't left the house in days?  I'm not sure.  I went dumpster diving in our garage to make sure Lovie didn't get tossed by accident, looked in every nook and crannie, and searched drawers and cabinets more than once.  No Lovie.  No restful sleep for Jules.  

I have had to rock her sweet little body to sleep on a number of occasions.  For the most part, I haven't minded it one bit.  The Lord slows us when we refuse to be obedient to His gentle call to listen.  Not only that, but she turns two in a few days.  Two... my last babe.  It seemed like two was light years away when I was running on hormonal fumes and cuddling my milk-drunk Julia.  We would rock the night away and I would think of how slow I wanted this last one to go.  How I didn't want to rush a moment.  

Now, I am rocking an almost two year old and sleep is easier to come by.  As the Lord slows me, I think and pray on those that reside in these four walls.  I pray that the Savior would be praised and worshiped in the souls of those who do life here.  I think about the young girl from my hometown who is about to lose her eyesight.  When I was a senior in high school, I would help her first grade class during my study hall hour.  I taught them all of the tricks, like how to clean your pencil eraser on your jeans.  I think about how much my heart hurts for her.  I think about her mama and how I would feel if I were her.  I think about how grateful I am that The Gospel isn't limited by our earthly bodies.  How it can penetrate even when physical sight is absent.  The Holy Spirit isn't limited.  He follows the Father's leading.  Our Jesus isn't limited.  He saves those that the Father draws to Him.  How Jesus raises the dead with the power of His words, "Lazarus, come out!"  

Words.  That's all it took to make the dead come to life.  Words.  That's all it took to set this universe in motion.  The power of that- His words- is stunning to me.  

So, if it took losing a "Lovie" for my heart to think upon those things, then I'd lose Lovie a million times over.  If you are needing a little encouragement, this song has me praising Him all the day long:

Sweet Living | Camping

Y'all... it's been forever since I chatted here in this space.  I almost forgot how to even create a blog post.  It has been quite a full spring.  Full of goodness- sunshine, book reading, and play dates.  There has been some not so good aspects that have left me a little sluggish, which is part of the reason there are so many cobwebs collecting on my little blog.  I just do not like a full calendar.  I'm selfish with my " family" time and make no apologies for that.  I want it slow and simple, without a lot of hoop-la.

Anyway, that's where our camping adventures take shape.  We spend the week preparing slowly for our adventure.  Our home gets closed up and the blinds get pulled, leaving it cool, quiet, and dark.  We load in the car, many of us giggling with delight, and head out to the campsite.  It's always a new experience and the whole way I have to answer, "Are we getting closer, mama?"

I am a creature of habit, so this is a big 180 for me.  Letting go and allowing uncertainty to creep in is counter to my personality.  There has been something so sweet about our camping time, though, that has me loving it more and more.

When we set off, I leave behind all of my regular 'to dos' that keep me from connecting with my kids.  I get to spend time looking them in the eyes and saying, "yes," to their requests to go ride bikes, or go look at the tree stump in the forested area, or go play at the play set.  We turn our phones off and roast s'mores not worrying about how sticky or gooey our hands and clothes get.

Camping isn't something that I would have pictured myself doing as an adult- packing in my four babes and taking to the road hand-in-hand with my fella.  It has been a nice, quiet surprise for me.  There's just something about being crammed in, sleeping the night away right next to one another, and then opening the doors to nature first thing in the morning.  It's quite lovely.