I've been journaling more lately, it's just been a little quieter... the Lord seems to be calling me to quietness these days. Not silence, just quietness. Perhaps it is because life these days is so rowdy and rambunctious?
We were unable to park in the garage for a few weeks due to some works-in-progress, so any return home involved us going in through the front door. Phoebe has turned into quite the climber, and before I could finish unbuckling Ruthie from her car seat, she'd be scaling the Japanese maple in our front yard. Occasionally she'd pretend to be a baby pigeon; other times, a little stuck kitten. One day, I arrived home from a dentist appointment to discover Phoebe dressed as a ballerina fairy (named Alice). It always amazes me to see her scaling that tree, getting higher all the time. Is it shameful to admit that I've never ever climbed a tree?
When my sin and frustration bubble over, I am reminded of the Amy Carmichael quote, "A cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.” Oh, how weak I am! I am so thankful that I am not called to be a perfect mother to these babies, and I am even more thankful that there is a Savior who is perfect, to whom I can point them.