This Moment: Over the hill and through the woods, to the midwives house we go . . .

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

~Amanda Soule

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My pregnancy is quickly approaching the end. My days of needing to visit my midwives' office are numbered. It is such a peaceful and serene trek through woods and back country roads--so different from your traditional OB/GYN experience. I wanted to memorialize it for the days I no longer need to make the trip.

The pictures are horrible, taken with my cell phone (again). Sometimes a Kodak moment strikes and your without your camera. You have to settle for what you have on hand. They're enough, I suppose, to jog my memory years down the road when I want to look back upon my pregnancy days and reminisce :)

 

You can't see them, but there are goats on that hill. My girls love spotting them each time we come for an appointment.

This Moment: Painted Skies

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

~Amanda Soule

This Moment: Monkey See, Monkey Do

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

~Amanda Soule

 

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

Monkey see, Monkey do. Fake getting stuck in the bed.

This Moment: Christmas Recital

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

~Amanda Soule

 

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

Our daughter, C, gave a solo Christmas concert for my husband and I in her bedroom. The pictures are bad, taken from my cell phone, but the moment was priceless--especially considering the keyboard is one of those where the keys light up to tell you which key to play~it plays on it's own :) but she practiced and practiced ever so hard alone in her room for hours prior to putting on the show.  It's little moments like this I want to savor, as I'm discovering already with oldest daughter (12), that it will not be too much longer and she won't want to do these little things any more for her parents~she'll be too busy growing up.

 

This Moment: Running Water

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

~Amanda Soule

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

"I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.”
~Anna Quindlen

A Moment a Week

As a little weekly tradition, I am going to start instituting a "This Moment" post. The idea is from Amanda Soule at SouleMama. The idea is to post:

A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.


It's a Friday weekly ritual--I know, I know it's Saturday today! But I woke up this morning with a need to remember that life is not about DOING but about BEING. I started off this Advent Season with anticipation and joy--I was happy about  it and looking forward to the holiday for the first time in many years. Stress and struggle are quickly diminishing any feelings of hope for the Season I had. Hustle and bustle, a pervasive feeling that I need 'to keep up with the Jones', doing, doing, doing---or not being able to do, which seems to be more of the case--the list of tasks to complete or gifts to gift getting ever longer. That feeling of materialism and commercialism eeking it's way back into the sacred holiday I was trying to have this year.

This morning I woke up, once again, needing to just take a moment to surrender all to God.

I have done this a thousand times in my life and will probably need to do it a few more thousand before I die. I get so busy with life, so caught up ruminating about what I need to do, what we don't have and what we can't have right now, that Jesus begins to get pushed out of my life. Not on purpose; slowly and quietly though His presence is pushed out of my consciousness.

So it may be Saturday, and this week I may not even have a photo to share. It's a mere realization, and bring back to, the "Reason for the Season" as they say. I may not have a lick of Christmas shopping done, cannot even begin shopping for another week, am only getting a Christmas tree today-and even that tree is a sacrifice. None of that matters. What matters is that I am waiting for my Savior to be born. I sit in the dark, empty, awaiting my light. In actuality, I should appreciate and be grateful that I am to share in, getting to experience along with Mary and Joseph being empty of "worldly" things so that I can be filled spiritually with the coming of Jesus. This is a moment  I want to capture from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. My life right now is not about doing anything in anticipation of Christ, but simply being in anticipation of Him.