Sometimes, the Holy Spirit whispers not in our quiet time, but right in our mess: When you snap at your child and instantly feel that gentle tug: pray first, speak softer, apologize. When the baby cries at 2 a.m. and you want to grumble, but instead you're met with a reminder: this is holy, this is fleeting, this is love in the night.

Weekends can be strange little storms, can’t they? The pace of the week doesn’t slow, it shifts. The laundry pile grows. The schedule fills. The house, somehow, still needs cleaning. The nap and sleep schedules are more easily interrupted. And if we’re not careful, we can roll right into Monday with tired hands, a weary heart, and on top of it all, some mom-guilt because you forgot to wash your husband’s work pants.