“Mommy, look.”
My five year old son was sitting on my bed and mournfully looking at his sock.
“My sock is broken,” he said…
I had to laugh.
This whole sock thing though this morning went right along with what I was already pondering about for my blog today.
Balance.
And how our sense of feeling worn out might be telling us something…
I am missing a lot of what I feel is balance in my life and I’ve decided to do something about it.
What that is just yet, I’m not sure, but the decision to slow down and become more conscious and constructive is enough for me for now.
“NO, your sock is not broken. It nearly needs mending,” I said. (Even though I threw it away in the garbage can without him seeing and put a new one on him).
It got me thinking though about God and how much mending He is always willing to do within us and how grateful I am for this. Holy socks and broken hearts—He mends them all. So, I will pray for balance.
“Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus.” Hebrews 12: 1-2
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