I've been trying to make a new friend. A friend with time. I spend my life watching the clock feeling always behind, waiting for the "good" tasks to come along, holding my breath for time to work on a hobby.
What if I viewed each task as the good for those minutes? What if doing dishes was just as important, good, and beneficial as reading, crochet, and email? What if I could change the way I looked at my minutes to see the work of each as unto the Lord? What if. . .
Perhaps 15 quarts of tomatoes while hard work would not be a drudgery, but a time of provision, of joy, of thanksgiving.
Now what do you do with the children who interrupt such a time? How do I make friends with the interruptions?