Chuck and I are entering a new season. Just as we got into the groove of our 3 and (almost) 2 year old, the routines are changing. Jase has dropped his nap, which has put a huge wrench in the system. Going from about 21 hours of napping a week to NONE has left me feeling slightly crazy. It has even made me angry at times. I used to live for naps. I'd survive until naps. I'd hang on until naps. I never realized I had about 21 hours of "free" time a week, and now that it's gone I feel like I'm always falling and don't get to land until bedtime. Oh alone time! How I long for you! God has been speaking to me through a number of conversations lately. It has become obvious He is leading me into a quiet season . An unplugged season. A season where I get to journal my thoughts and experiences before God alone . This is a season where my intentionality as a mother is kicking into a higher gear. God has gently made me aware of where I've been disengaged with...