This week has been full — the good kind of full — and most of it has revolved around our granddaughter. I tend to forget how busy my kids kept me, but now that I have grandchildren living with me, they remind me constantly. Between their schedules and my schedule, I’d be lost without my calendar.
Sunday brought a cheer competition. Tuesday was a dress rehearsal for the school talent show. Wednesday meant running club after school. Thursday was the big night — the actual talent show — and she did absolutely amazing. We are so incredibly proud of her. And today? Another meeting. It’s been one thing right after another.
Our grandson’s week shifted too. It’s the start of a new marking period, so new schedule, new classes, new teachers, new students. Adjustments all around. Tonight, he’s hanging out with friends — because somewhere around middle school, boys stop calling them sleepovers. Having raised three boys already, I’ve been there and done that… I know how this works.
And somewhere in the middle of all that movement, I stopped.
This morning, I was getting ready to take my granddaughter to the bus stop. I’d already gotten my grandson off to school when I thought… nope. Instead, we hopped in the car and went to McDonald’s for breakfast. Nothing fancy — just a small change of pace. Then we took a little field trip. Our local Christian radio station was hosting a meet-and-greet not too far away, so we stopped in, grabbed new coffee cups and hot chocolate, and enjoyed being there together. We even had a little laugh! I grabbed a cup of coffee and went to pour the creamer in…it was ZERO degrees out, and the creamer had frozen in the bottle! That’s what we get for living in Michigan.
We still made it to school on time. As I pulled into the parent drop-off line, I realized how quiet and peaceful the drive had been. We listened to the radio. We sang along. We breathed. And I think we both needed that more than we realized.
This weekend will be busy too. Tomorrow, we’ll spend time cooking and delivering food to someone we know who’s currently homebound. I enjoy cooking, so it feels more like a gift than a task. Sunday we’ll be at church — I’m teaching Sunday School this week — and then we’ll head out to the farm for horseback riding, even though it’s cold. I’ll try to fit in time with my other grandchildren this weekend too. One of them lives locally, so I can probably see her. The other one is on the other side of the country, but we will spend some time on FaceTime.
Sprinkled throughout this week were moments that mattered just as much as the scheduled ones that were on the calendar. A few evenings, we sat down after dinner and played UNO with the kids. No agenda. No rush. Just laughter and time together. And last night, we took the kids out to dinner after the talent show. We were able to sit and enjoy a dinner that neither my husband nor I had to cook, and nobody had to do dishes.
Life will always be busy. Schedules won’t magically disappear. But this week reminded me that sometimes we don’t need more time — we just need to choose to pause. To stop long enough to be present where we are.
And when we do, those ordinary moments often become the ones we remember the most.
📖 Scripture for This Week
Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”
🙏 Closing Prayer
Lord, thank You for the busy days and the meaningful moments tucked inside them. Help us recognize when we need to slow down, breathe, and simply be present with those You’ve placed in our lives. Teach us to value time together and to trust You with the pace of our days. In every season, help us rest in You. Amen.
Moments of Devotion 
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