It has to be intentional, this writing here, but isn't that true with most things? They have to be intentional. I'm learning this, more days slowly than others but learning it all the same. I have to be intentional in parenting, I have to be intentional in study; I have to be intentional if any of it is to matter at all.
The babies are leaving; sometime in the next 30 days they'll go somewhere else, I don't know where. I'm stuck trying to process it all, fluctuating between knowing it's what is best and lamenting, full of jealousy, that we are still in the waiting zone of this adoption process. Funny thing about waiting, something I don't do well, it's not a quick lesson. I know because it's one I've been trying to learn for a while now...one God won't let me skim. Just this morning my study time was "Wait for the Lord," "Wait for the Lord," "Wait for the Lord!" My response? I'm tired of waiting already! Oh wait...I may have missed that point in the lesson.
I love this post-Christmas time. It's a chance to declutter, clean out, purge all that's been taking space and attention. It, in so many ways, is out with the old in with the new. A chance to be...intentional (funny how this all came back around...unintentionally). And that's what I'm off to do, clean, put away. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow and write some more. Just write to see what comes out...
