It is quiet.
This week has been a big one for our family. Over the space of the last five days we have had:
Two Christmas concerts.
One little girl sick.
One final team dinner for me.
The yearly tradition of making dozens of mince pies with my mum.
A swimming assessment.
And a free dress day that I totally missed.
We have just returned from the mayhem and joy that is the pre-primary Christmas concert.
Miss 4 and I walked into the house, and it is quiet. She gathered her books and went to her room, and I to mine.
It has been so loud and busy over the past few days that the quiet is echoing in my ears.
I dare not put on the washing machine or the dishwasher. I just want to enjoy this time. This moment of peace.
Do you need to just stop and hear the silence?
I’m listening to it right now and it is loud, I tell you.
But I feel like my mind is, for once, not overwhelmed by things clamouring for my attention.
I feel like my lungs have space to breathe.
I know this is just a moment. But my goodness, it is life-giving and soul-reviving.
Join me for the journey,