15 Minutes

The mornings have been coming so quickly.  I close my eyes, cheek on pillow, and too soon I hear the sound of little feet running.  The morning waiting outside my window, child climbing bed to see if my eyes are open.  The time here goes by too quickly.  A mist a vapor.  

15 minutes at a time. I am going to start there to rise earlier and seek my Lord.  "I rise before dawn and cry for help; I wait for Your words." Psalm 119:147

Inspired here.

Heat

The heat pours down on us every day.  In the morning and evenings we sneak outside to see if we can adjust to its temperature.  We give our plants a little water.

We sit and breathe in the rich outside air.  We enjoy being outside for those brief and precious moments.

I remember a story from Corrie Ten Boom, her sister telling her to thank God for the fleas.  Which book was it in?  Was it in The Hiding Place?  He works in mysterious ways.  I praise Him that all things are in His mighty hands.

what naps look like

They sleep in their beds, resting from a morning of imagination running wild.  Firemen, Divers, Explorers and Mighty Men.  The house lays in quiet, deep breaths.