Time.

Ecclesiastes 3:1
There is an occasion for everything, and a time for every activity under heaven.

Am I intentional with my time? 

Yikes! This really kicks my tail. 

I turned 29 this August. I know right, I'm just a spring chicken. Everyone asked me if I was freaking out about the year before turning 30 and I gotta say, I didn't like the way it made me feel. One thing I do know is if my husband doesn't throw me a freaking party, I will be crying in a corner!

In all seriousness though, my biggest issue with myself is being displeased with how I spend my time. I've tossed around ideas of how I can save time in one place to spend more time in another place. The sad thing about time is, it WILL be spent. Time comes and time goes. As a woman, a wife and a mother I often feel my time is stretched so paper thin that no one gets the best of Keila. 

As a wife I long to spend my time cleaning my home, folding laundry so nice it looks like I picked it up from a retail store and placed it in my drawers. I love when I can tweak my decor and make things feel new and prettier. I absolutely love cooking and baking. I love things homemade and the satisfaction it brings me to make something from scratch. I may listen to a little Aerosmith while I do it, but Ree Drummond is wearing the apron. 

As a woman I love to shop, get a relaxing pedicure or massage. I love to style and primp, dance around to my favorite 80 or 90's tune. 

As a mother, well... it's my favorite thing to do! I love my baby boy! I love to cuddle him, teach him. He loves to play ball and wishes I would pitch ball to him from sun up to sun down and boy do I want to. I want to read him every book and watch all of his favorite cartoons. 

It saddens me, bearing these roles, that many nights I lay my head down in my king bed, with my loving husband and feel so defeated! How can I feel so discouraged when my physical and mental state is spread so thin?! 

Just at that moment when the first tear begins to roll down my cheek, God graciously reminds me that He is holding me, just as I hold my husband and child. As much as I love them, He loves me even more and as long as I'm living intentionally with Him and my family, then He is well pleased.