This, is for the Scattered Ones.
We’ll get there, you and I, but not until we notice and name what this week has been.
“It’s all so new.”
This, is the thought which led to quiet prayers over packed lunches and an effortless writing session without deadline or agenda.
I wrote this for you. The scattered ones.
I was the do-it-all-in-the-morning kind of mom and that worked well for me. The night before a full day of outings, you’d rarely have found me packing lunches or filling water bottles. Something about wanting 20 minutes to myself felt worth the price of an extra rush the next day.
But tonight? Three little-boy lunches sit in my fridge and there's even one in there for me.
And in that moment, I sensed a voice saying, "Hey kid. I see you."
So I started to pray,
“Okay God.
We’ve got a new drop off and pickup schedule to learn.
There are teacher names, mom names, and little people names scribbled down somewhere in a loving attempt to remember.
I've got work hours in my schedule for the first time in years.
There’ve been graduations, anniversaries and birthdays galore.
Not to mention a new devo alarm and screen time reminder to pair with it.
Oh, and my son brought home an agenda.
I haven't seen a school agenda with those shape-shifting covers in at least 15 years!”
And as I prayed, I could feel the pressure lifting. Just from naming the reality of our new season of life.
Friends, it IS a new season.
It’s okay to feel scattered. It’s okay to feel unsure. It’s okay to need a moment.
I’m here holding space for you today. We’ll get there, you and I.
🤍 Loree