“How many children did you say you wanted?” my beautician asked abruptly.
All eyes turned to my small demeanor.
I sat silent.
To all my mamas out there with little ones… you’re not alone. This is just a season. I now look back to this picture and smile…on a day that I cried.
While my friend and I were chatting, I witnessed my mother talking in immense detail about a fern—a type of flowerless plant. My mom wanted to know where the fern was purchased, how much water the fern required, and which window the fern needed to be placed in order to get the maximum amount of light. They talked for over half an hour. My friend and I looked at our mothers in astonishment. We then promised one another that we would never become like our mothers—talking at length about a plant. We were destined to do more important things in our life.
I had everything to do and so little time to do them. But secretly, I didn’t mind because deep down, I desired to hide behind my schedule as the reason why I couldn’t spend time in God’s Presence (or rather in the awareness of His Presence). Anytime I did squeeze my devotional somewhere in the day, I dreaded it and mainly did it out of obligation.
