Time Flies

Wow does time fly! It seemed like just yesterday it was the beginning of July and now it is almost August. When I started this blog, I had grand dreams of posting at least once a week, if not twice. Lately, I have found my time slipping through my fingers. My mom is getting married this weekend, my baby turned one today (more about that in a second) and we leave for our youth retreat in 2 weeks...I have been busy with everything and haven't had time to blog (after the youth retreat, life returns back to normal and you will get to experience, yet again, my beautiful ramblings).

Crazy times like this makes me stop and think, that is when I get a chance to stop...think about how time does fly. There are always things to do, always things to keep us busy, but are you, am I, spending my time doing what is important? It is easy to get busy and stay busy, but business is sometimes just that--business.

My favorite word right now is "edit". When I have a lot on my plate, I have to "edit" what I am doing. What is important to get done? What can stay undone? Do I need to do this task or do I need to sit down and read a book to my kids? What are my priorities and is how I'm spending my time matching up to my priorities?

All good questions--questions that I don't seem to have much time to answer, but need to be answered. Answering those questions help me make sure that the important things (which is sometimes going to the bank and sometimes a tickle session with my kids) don't fall through the cracks. Something else that helps me through the crazy times is remembering that life is full of seasons and there is an end to the crazy, it isn't forever (but my thoughts on seasons are too many for this post...another time).

The biggest reminders of how time flies? Birthdays! My Parker turns 1 today. I can't believe it has already been a year, but at the same time I can't remember what life was like before him. One day I'll have to post Jacob and Parker's birth stories as they are an amazing testimony of God's grace and power. My Parker was born about 5 weeks early and couldn't be more perfect. The sound of his cries in the delivery room were the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

When life gets crazy busy and I'm overwhelmed with my to do list, remembering back to times like that...the perfect and beauty of a baby's first cries...helps me remember what is important.

I think I need to go hug on my boys now and then get back to my list...