During this season of motherhood and homeschool, I rarely get a kid-free moment.
Yesterday I found myself opening my Bible at the dining room table at 1:30 in the afternoon.
Before deciding to homeschool, I’d drop Jackson off at school, go home and linger in my Bible. I had uninterrupted prayer time. I finished an in-depth study.
These days my quiet time is short and sweet, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t spiritually deep.
Instead of doing a study that demands a lot of time and attention, I’m choosing to use two devotions to help me get into the Word each day.
I’m loving both of them: 100 Days to Brave By Annie F. Downs and Everyday Holy By Melanie Shankle.
Both devotions are speaking to my heart – they are exactly what I need to read each day.
I need the reminder that I’m brave and courageous, especially during this season of uncertainty and a new calling.
I need the reminder that God is in all the little moments – conversations during our commute to speech therapy, math lessons at the kitchen table and picking dandelions on a windy spring day!
Having an hour of uninterrupted time each morning to get into God’s word is not a luxury I currently have.
God’s okay with that.
He knows my ministry is motherhood.
Some days my quiet time looks like 6 a.m. curled up on the couch while Jackson watches cartoons.
Some days I sit on my favorite purple couch in our office. I open the bathroom door so I can listen to Jackson as he splashes in the tub.
On Tuesday and Thursdays I might not get to my devotional until late in the day (if at all) because we are out the door and headed to speech by 7:15 a.m.
Yesterday, when I finally sat down at the dining room table, there were no fewer than 10 interruptions. Jackson HAD to show me what he was learning as he watched a documentary on animals that live in China. We had to ooh and awe over baby pandas and snow leopards.
A few years ago those interruptions would have made me feel like my “quiet time” wasn’t legit.
I used to believe my moments with Jesus couldn’t be interrupted if they were going to count.
Now I know better.
Certain seasons call for different depths of study.
Jackson isn’t an interruption.
Motherhood is my ministry.
And my Bible will be waiting when I make my way back to the table.