A Purposeful Peek

Two thousand fifteen has been full of abundant blessings, but not without plentiful challenges also.  Right now, my husband and I are working a combined total of 112 hours per week. I won't say which of us is working 70+ hours per week, because that's not important; the main thing is that we haven't been able to ride to and from work together because of it. This may seem insignificant to some, but to us it is huge. Our ride together in the morning is a 30 minute commute, a time that we set aside for morning devotion and worship- whoever is not at the steering wheel is in charge of choosing a worship song, reading a devotion, and praying over our day.  This starts our day on the right note and aligns our hearts and minds.  On our ride home, we typically catch up on the day's happenings, laugh, cry, whatever we need to do before we arrive to pick up our sweet Charlotte. Then, we get home and spend time with her, which usually involves a family run, dinner, playtime, and t...

Some days I have the luxury of curbside service, when my husband drops me off at the front door of The Children's Hospital. I get to spend a few extra minutes with him, and then I have only a few short steps to the front door of the atrium, which is warm and welcoming. It's a great way to begin my workday. Those are the best days. Especially on the cold days. But other days, we have to drive seperately to work due to our schedules. On those days, I park in the employee parking garage about a mile from the hospital. Then, I wait for the employee shuttle to transfer me to the hospital. Some days, that means waiting outside for 5, 10, even 15 minutes. Those are not the best mornings. Especially on cold mornings. Today was one of those mornings. I was scrambling to make it to work on time, and traffic was especially slow. And it was cold. Really cold. But much to my surprise, when I walked out to my usual waiting spot, the employee shuttle was already waiting,...