I felt pinned up. Like I was suffocating. Every day was a battle. I needed to get out without toting a baby carrier or packing one hundred and one snacks to keep a toddler occupied.
Five minutes here and there wasn’t cutting it.
Photo taken by Duttons Photography
I needed air in my lungs. I needed to spin the pedals of a bike until I couldn’t spin anymore. I needed the wind in my face. I needed to see God’s creation, be in it, drink it in.
So I did it.
I made time.
I got a babysitter for my two boys.
I scheduled a date with my husband.
He cleared his work schedule. He tuned my bike and made me a Trello checklist of things to wear and bring.
I wiped dust from the legs of my bike shorts and pulled a dust ball out of my shoes.
And in thirty five degree weather we rode our bikes around town.
The sun shone and I breathed grace in and breathed grace out. Everyday grace.
Sometimes mamas need a break. Sometimes you have to be the one to make it happen. It’s okay. No guilt. All grace.
This post is part of 31 Days of Everyday Grace series. You can see all the posts here.