My feet hit the ground and I’m off.  Running.  My head is full of chaos.  Going in too many direcitons at once.

Pack the lunches.  Sign the papers you should have signed last night.  Write the checks.  Make sure the big girl ate something.  Wake up the little girl.  Wake up the little girl again.  Wake up the little girl yet again.  Endure her wrath.  Send hubby out the door.  Send the big girl out the door.  Check the calendar.  Make the grocery list.  Step over cat-hair tumbleweeds rolling across the kitchen floor.  Make  mental note to sweep floor after I get back from the bus stop.

My life moves at the speed of rush and my mind is always spinning.  Always turning.  Trying to keep up.  Desperately wishing I could get ahead.  Always moving.  Until my heart is heavy.  And I remember.

You can’t hear that still small voice if you never take time to listen for it.  And goodness knows God is crying out to me.  Reminding me that He’s there.  Closer than a breath.  If I’d just pause.  If I’d be still.  If I’d listen for his voice.

“Be still and know that I am God.”  Psalm 46:10

That’s what he wants me to know.  And I can only really embrace His blessing, hear His voice if I stop.  If I quiet my mind and heart.  If I listen.  Just as I ask my daughters to do when I’m talking and they are busy.  “Listen to me.  Put your eyes on my face.”

That’s what I need to do too.  Listen.  And put my eyes on His face.

Lesson learned.

This post is written in conjunction with the #Write31days Challenge and linked up with Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday crew here and Nester Smith’s friends here.