There’s a widget on my iPhone home screen reminding me how fast time flies. Each day it displays pictures reminding me what memories I was making months and years before.
One month ago. My seven-month-old son gnawing on an Easter egg while his big sister hunts for eggs scattered through our yard.
One year ago. My pregnant belly trying to get comfortable on a lawn chair while my daughter draws with sidewalk chalk.
Three years ago. My newborn daughter, covered in baby acne, laying on the pillow in my lap while I binged Netflix on maternity leave.
Five years ago. Taking pictures in my graduation gown and masters hood, ready to graduate the next day and start my dream job the following week.
Swiping through these photos, the time appears to have traveled at the speed of light, especially compared to the unhurried speed of my day-to-day life now. I’m often impatient, evaluating each day on its own: meals prepared, diapers changed, words written, and too few hours of sleep. By these measurements, my days don’t seem to add up to much. I struggle with how these mundane moments are a part of the good work God has promised he prepared for me (Ephesians 2:10). Yet each day, each step, each photo snapped is a test of my faith—whether or not I believe God make something beautiful from these mundane moments of life.Continue reading “Little by Little”