Sitting in a Quiet House
The hustle and bustle has dissipated temporarily as everyone but the baby and I are at a ballgame. I look around me at the mess and disorder and then I look at my tiny newborn as she nurses in my arms. Suddenly the need to restore order pales to the awesome miracle I hold in my arms. The mess will wait. In fact, cleaning up messes is very similar to shoveling in a blizzard and equally as fruitless. I’m doing something far more important…so important that former cares about term life insurance quote…while all well and fine…will just have to wait.
The quiet helps me regain my focus and vision. A brand new beginning…and I get to not only watch it unfold, but I get the supreme privilege of molding and guiding it.
