I’m reminded of a common lazy Saturday morning when I wake up and decide to be productive. I’m up at 7am doing approximately 5 things at once - eat breakfast & drink coffee, journal, write down my to-do list for the weekend, check my e-mail, and reorganize/clean my room. And I hear my parents hollering from the other side of the house, “Yoooooooon! What are you doiiiiiiiingggggggg!” I walk over and they wriggle themselves in their pj’s with a space indicated for me to fill on their bed. It’s an early Saturday morning and that’s all they want. It’s my here and now and that’s all He wants.
