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I’m grabbing my moment.  

If I keep my eyes on the screen, my only goal to compose thoughts into words,  I can pretend that this is all I should be doing.  

Outside of this screen there are the other things calling.  The right things.  The responsible things.  The things that, even if I were to devote my day to them will still be waiting for me in a few minutes, tomorrow, and next week.  

Beyond the screen bits of our life lay ground into the carpet, waiting to be vacuumed. No, I won’t look.  

Around the corner awaits the school room where our learning has spread across the surfaces.  Steady now.

See how easy it is to wander back to those other things?  Shouldn’t I be doing them instead of stealing this moment away to sit with my new macbook and write?  

Maybe not.  The Lord had called me to be a wife.  A mother.  A teacher.  A good steward of our finances.  It ‘s my job to keep a warm hand on our home to provide a (relatively)clean and pleasant place to live.  That’s enough to fill up 48 hours in a day, so how could I possibly believe that He’s also called me to give into these creative longings and write?  After years of worrying about balance and how to look like every other mom, I’m giving myself a hearty yes.  

Will I ever be the writer with luxury to stumble out of bed, grab coffee, and spend hours lingering over words?  Or the late night writer determined to get ideas to page?  Right now I value sleep too much.  I really don’t know the answer past today. Today, in this moment, my moment, I’ve got my blank page(well, not so blank now) and my thoughts and until the time that baby girl wakes up, or the boys get back or the girls arrive home, I’ll have my moment.

Maybe it’s not a stolen moment.  Maybe, it’s a gift.