Remnants of a party are still on my dining room table. One of us turned seven because for some reason I can’t get time to stand still. Yesterday I listened as she sang songs and talked in her oh so grown up voice. Seven isn’t really very old, but it is. I’m mad at seven and I adore it. She is still in love with her Barbies but at the same time is eying the clothes at Justice. I die a little thinking of it all.
I have been thinking a lot of becoming this week. In fact I actually followed through with a promise I made weeks ago and “unbecame” something I dearly loved. It was simple, but hard at the same time. Does that make sense? I knew it was what God was tugging on my heart to do all along. Still, it isn’t’ fun or easy to unbecome even when it is His idea. Sometimes, especially when it is His idea.
It has rained every day this week. I can’t really complain, I’m sure we needed it. Rain and the month of May makes me sad and introspective for some reason. I was all sentimental and I pulled up this post and realized each year at this time, I need rain of a different kind. I need His grace and mercy to rain nonstop in my life. I need to be flooded with encouragement from His Word so it washes away all the dry places. And there are plenty of dry places, girls.
I have a lot of goals and plans over the next week and I have no idea if I’ll get any of them accomplished. I am slightly stressed by this, feeling the weight of it all. But, as I sit here thinking it all through, my seven year old is playing with her new pony and really, does all that even matter? Seven is pretty awesome and I think there are still cupcakes in the fridge.
xo,
Stacey
