Silence is golden, I’ve heard. This week that rang true for me.
In the clamor of life and responsibilities, whether those put on me by others or those I wear from my own choosing, I was feeling trapped. Claustrophobic. Overwhelmed.
In the space of this safe place I’ve grown so accustomed to on my screen, I was finding the words harder to come by in the chaos surrounding me and the chaos inside me. I needed a break. I still do.
But in a few days of silence, I’ve had time to reflect. If I can’t hear what my heart is trying to tell me, I have nothing to offer. Nothing to give.
If my thoughts are being held captive by fear, failure, or just being too busy to listen, then the words can’t and won’t come.
It’s true for all of us…
If we don’t take the time to listen to our heart, we will never hear what it has to say.
If we don’t take time to hear what God wants to tell us, we will never know what direction to go or be equipped to get there in the first place.
At the end of another too-full week, I had the opportunity to do something I haven’t done since college…maybe…I can’t even remember. I had a girls night out. A “Mom’s Night Out” to see the movie of the same name.
And can I just say right here, right now, it was awesome? It. Was. Awesome.
I literally belly-ached laughed, with a few snorts on the side, from the first ten seconds until the end. Minus the two minutes I cried the ugly cry as Trace Adkins biker-tattooed-up character sat on a bench in a jail and explained how Jesus has all of us mamas wrapped in His arms and that’s all that really matters, not all the chaos we get so wrapped up in.
This mom’s night out reminded me that sometimes when we take time to just be and be with others sharing the same struggles or that have been there and done that, we learn things about ourselves we didn’t know.
I learned from a new friend that my favorite snack is an entire box of reeses pieces mixed in the same bowl with greasy movie popcorn (I am still here. I did not have a heart attack.) Try it. You can thank me later.
I also learned that time with other women may be bad for my hips, but oh-so-good for my soul.
Time spent laughing and crying together is time. well. spent.
A week short on words ended in a week long on laughs and thirteen new friends. Yep, I went to this gig only knowing a few and I’m glad I didn’t let that stop me.
We are all in this together. Life. Motherhood. Wifehood. Sisterhood.
It’s not about her and them. It’s about us. Together. The sooner we embrace that, the better off we will be. And maybe we will find someone to walk off the reeses pieces with.
Now go plan your own GNO and come back and tell me how wonderful it was and what you ate. I really want to know what you ate.
For His Glory,