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Noise. Supermarket ques. Blaring TV. Road rage. The racket and clatter of motherhood. Stress. When did life get so noisy? I’ve started a study by Priscilla Shirer called ‘Breathe’, which is about making room for God to speak and for us to hear what He is saying to us. It doesn’t take long to realize that busyness is actually such a problem. Like, huge . Read that last word again. Busyness seems to be a measure of success. A person with a crammed schedule is successful. Nobody wants to be less than successful, so we keep going and going, saying “yes” to everything until we end up in a miserable, burnt-out heap on the floor. I’m not a working mum, but I have become a slave to busyness. It’s come to the point where if I’m not completely pooped by the end of the day, I feel like a failure. If I get a morning or afternoon free (have to work around little D’s midday nap) I’m immediately thinking, “How can I fill the day? Where can we go? We can’t just sit here at home!” The discont

WOW it's been ages!  Where have I been?  I don't know! Life just happens sometimes and engulfs you rather unexpectedly. I suspect that's what happened here... a lot has happened. But, I've still been pondering life, as I tend to do. So much time has passed since my last post and there's so many things I want to say (as always), and I think I'm probably going to just start and let it lead to wherever it's going to go... What floats into my head first is this quote a while back and it has stayed with me since. “The older I get, the more I understand that it’s okay to live a life others don’t understand.” Truer every day of my life. Some people don't understand why I choose God. They don't understand the choices I make – the ones I make that will bring me closer to Him, rather than take me further away. Sometimes people don't understand why I consistently sacrifice certain things. They tell me I’m missing out. The truth