Little One pats the floor and invites me into an imaginary game with inscrutable rules.
We line up dominoes in a seemingly random pattern on the carpet.
And when we are done, the delight is palpable.
Little One squeals and gives me a high five.
There are one thousand things to do at this exact moment, maybe even more.
But right now, this is the only one that matters.
I’ve been reading Ecclesiastes lately and scribbling notes all over the margins of my Bible.
This is what “journaling” looks like for me right now.
And it is good enough.
I’m finding less pessimism here than I remember.
And more wisdom.
Solomon’s redemption ache is not foreign to me.
So I drink in his wisdom about the seasons of life (Ecc. 3:1-8),
My margin-notes say
Make the most of this season. Do what matters.
These words echo in my mind all week.
Sometimes this season feels so hard.
A toddler and a preteen.
A job shifting all around me, constantly asking for more.
Resolution in Little One’s case so close I can taste it.
Do what matters.
I’m not sure how to do this, really.
But I have a hunch that it starts right here.
In my living room floor.
Lining up dominoes.