[photo via flickr]
In my eight and a half years of mothering I have learned countless things. How to change a squirmy toddler's diaper, comfort a sick child, make dinner in 20 minutes flat... But lately, for some reason, the one lesson that is constantly being whispered in my ear is "be flexible." What? I am a schedule kind of person. I make lists. I like to know that I am in control. Only to find out [or be reminded] that I am NOT in control. He is. And I am learning to be flexible. Flexible to His will. I am learning that it's ok to be behind on errands. I will survive if only two things were checked off my list for the day. And it's so much more important to follow a prompting than a schedule. Be flexible. Be...flexible. Be. Flexible.