Goose Chasing

I often feel like I am “chasing geese” (or goats). Sometimes the geese are necessary to chase, and sometimes they are not. I struggle not as much with stepping up to chase the geese as I do with knowing which ones ought to be chased.

Prayers for diligent and graceful living today!

Blue Cotton Memory

A Mother’s Day remembrance from 2012.

duckspond “Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather’d creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;

Learning how to balance the multi-tasking roles God put inside us challenges me. I learn a lot through my failings, my gracelessness, my inability to do it all. That feather’d creature Shakespeare talks about could be my dreams, my dinner menu, needing to attend to child one’s needs whether it is class work, heart work, discipline-work while another’s need may need to wait 20 more minutes. Being a mother is often graceless like goose chasing.

Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent;

My littlest guy, he’s hit…

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