Today I stayed home while my husband took the kids to church. I needed the solitude. The peace and quiet that comes with an empty house. I was on people overload yesterday at my sister’s house and saw my attitude and patience spiraling down, quickly. So before we even arrived home last night, I knew I wasn’t going to church.

I thought I was going to sleep in and catch up on all the sleep I’ve missed over the last few days, but my body clock woke me faithfully at 7:30, though I stayed in bed an hour hoping to fall back asleep. Didn’t happen. So I got up and helped my hubby get the children ready.

Now the house is quiet and the praise music is on and I’m going about my post travel clean up and laundry, enjoying the peace and though my nose isn’t buried in my Bible, my heart is open and ready to hear.

And maybe, now that the house is quiet, I will!

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