I got up early this morning to have a quiet time on the patio. I have my cup of raspberry earl grey tea with honey, my beautiful journal given by a friend, my inspiring book, my favorite blue pen and my dear Bible. I’m so excited to get started pondering deep truths in the still of the morning before the humidity makes it unbearable and the children make it impossible to have any kind of profound thought.

My expectations are high for a glorious start to the day …

Alas, my expectations are entirely too high. I have not been sitting out here more than 10 minutes when I hear the creak of the back door as it slowly opens revealing my youngest daughter. She has the amazing ability to hear me tip-toe silently down the stairs. Now, I must tell you on a school day she would sleep through a cat fight in the hallway. But not so on a sweet summer morning. Nope, no way.

I cannot help but be acutely disappointed by the interruption. I smile and say, “Hey sweetie, can you please go back to bed?” Even though I know that is absolutely not an option. It was worth a try, right?

She asked for breakfast, a movie, can she play with my phone, can she ride her bike, can I help her pick out her clothes … and on and on and on. My quiet is over. I’m not sure it started.

It’s not five minutes later when my 7-year-old joins us. I’m sure my 12-year-old is close behind … ahhhhh!

I wonder how early I will have to get up to have an uninterrupted quiet time?

But today I decided to embrace my children as welcomed interruptions. They are blessed interruptions—loud, but blessed.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that I am blessed … why do I need to remind myself? It should be second nature, thinking thankfully. Good golly! I have five wonderful children! That is a tremendously good thing!

I always say I’m spontaneous. So maybe I can turn this disaster of a quiet time into something quite wonderful! I will do a quiet time with my children. We will talk about the Lord, read His Word, and pray about our day … I like it!

Lord, thank You for my beautiful children. Thank You for a lovely place to sit and be interrupted. Thank You for children who love to be with me. Thank You for Your Word and how it blesses me and my children. Thank You, Father, for the reminder of the delightful distractions that you have given me in each of my children!