I am trying, in this season where no two days are just the same, to give to God the first fruits of my time. I try, as soon as I have two sleeping girls, to give those first sweet moments away to my Maker instead of keeping them just to myself. So I get into the Word and I try to pray. Sometimes my first fruits come at five a.m. when I am able to pull myself out of bed before the girls are awake. More often than not, I have no time to give until the afternoon, when the toddler always sleeps and the baby sometimes does. Suddenly the house is quiet, and I may pause to pick up a few toys or make myself a cup of coffee, but then I sit. And I open my Bible, the Word which gives me life, and I breathe deep and open myself up and I try to be still, to know, to listen. And it is never enough time and I am never settled enough but it is what I have right now. And so I give it away.