in our own way.
In a house chalk full of busy teen girls and a 10-year-old boy, there is little that is still.
I learned a bit about stillness at the family retreat a month ago.
There were no internet or phone service.
I took time to just be still and reflect.
I need to be quiet as I look back at a past that was far from ordinary
…no where near peaceful.
However, I need to write from that place of stillness–a place where grace abounds–-the still small point of the turning world.
One thing I’ve found as a mom is that stillness is one way we give others permission to come to us,
to even find us.
Like me, many teens can’t juggle all the wonderful things they want to do.
It doesn’t occur to them they too may drop something (at least not 4H Outdoor Skills Club…here outside of the best shop in town .)
It doesn’t occur to them, in life, we have to choose.
They all routinely say they are afraid they’re going to miss something. Don’t we all?
People would rather be on medication to calm their anxiety and depression than to give up an activity.
Where did we learn this?
Still Waters Run Deep.
If someone knocks, you don’t have to let them in. Knock. Knock.
Happy crafting and keep those creative juices running!
(still doesn’t do texting, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, StumbleUpon, DiggIt…)