Quiet

It is too quiet. Spring break has sprung and my big girls are having a sleep over at Meme and Pappa's tonight. I hate the first hours after they leave. It's so abrupt. Don't get me wrong. When Meme called yesterday to invite the girls over, I was more than happy to oblige by giving her some face time with her grandbabies. After all, there is plenty to do around here and I can get it done faster and easier if they are having fun at Meme and Pappa's house. So where does this weird melancholy come from after the door closes and my girls are on their way?

I feel this way every time they leave for an over night stay with the grandparents. It gets so quiet so fast. I think it's a realization of the noise level of this house, actually. The noise has become normal and the quiet is deafening, maybe even a little unsettling. I just read what I wrote there - the noise has become normal and the quiet is deafening. And to think: I'm a person who really appreciates quiet. Or at least I used to!

I should probably clarify, there's still one little munchkin in the house. Meagan doesn't sleep over yet. This way the big girls get big girl attention and Meagan gets to be an only child for a little bit. But I guess my perspective has changed so much since the days of having no children to having three children. If I only have one in the house it seems so darn quiet!

And yet, God is so faithful. Take a look at what he just brought to my mind as I was typing.

The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.
Zeph. 3:17

Quiet is good, and God is great!

Thank you, Lord, for the noise of this house. And thank you for the quiet breaks that come every now and then. Even on the worst days, it's still good to be the mother to these three little women.