Wow, where did February go? This morning I sat down to write in Kenna's (scrapbook) calendar and I was two months behind. TWO!! How did I let two whole months slip by without writing down my baby's milestones/precious moments. I have been so wrapped up in EVERYTHING else, I'm forgetting to capture my 'lil bean's moments. I think I remembered most major milestones. However, I know I missed the small heart string moments. You know, the ones that you tell yourself...SELF, remember this, write it down and treasure it because you shall only pass this way once...sigh! Well, that was a wake up call, for me to s l o w down. I'm evaluating my life and the unnecessary busyness I created. Key words are--"I created"! Just in cases you missed that part.
So, I got off facebook, we stoped one of our FOUR commitments at church and I'm learning to say "no" to things. I wouldn't say I have a problem saying "no" to people. I just have a problem saying "yes". Ok, ya...I have a problem.
Don't get me wrong, I miss facebook for several reasons and I miss my class at church but, something(s) had to give. My main job is to be a Proverbs 31 woman. Was I being that? Humm..no! I don't know that I will ever master all those thing listed in the chapter but, I better try (right). My ebay business will be back up and moving very soon. After all "She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night" ; )
I want to challenge you to look at what you can cut out. What have you overcommitted yourself to? Start saying "no".
I will leave you with one of my favorite poems to ponder on because, after all is said and done I can't get the last two months back. Kenna will soon be 10 months old. I don't want to blink again and she is one year old.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather rambling about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculped like a rose before it melted
in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television, and more
while watching life.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment, realising that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's" and more "I'm sorry's"
. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute . . .
look at it and really see it . . . and never give it back."
—
Erma Bombeck
