Well, I can hardly stand for that, can I?
Especially when I just explained how into rest I'm going to be for this season of my life.
And even more especially when we're supposed to be encouraging one another, we Christians.
So hear this, precious discouraged momma, just wanting some rest and receiving what looks like law instead:
When you get a moment to sit down and read something (which, okay, never happens. So go ahead, put down what you're doing and take a moment anyway), flip through your Bible to the Gospels, and you will find Good News:
You'll find that Jesus doesn't offer how-to's on goal-setting or productivity or even efficiency. When we are weary, he offers rest and refreshment, encouraging us to choose the "one thing needed" like his friend Mary did - to sit at his feet and listen to his words, to abide in his words.
Let this be your one, simple goal for the summer: to sit at his feet, and listen.
The dishes will get done, somehow, sometime. The laundry will, too. You'll manage to feed the family. And the rest? The Pinterest-worthy living room decor and the photo shoot matching outfits and the extracurriculars for the children and all the rest? They're optional anyhow.
Take a few minutes at the start of your day - even if it's while spooning baby food into that sweet little mouth - to read (yes, even aloud!) some words of Jesus.
They are your true food.
They will nourish you for your tasks (and help you to discern which tasks to do, and which to let go) far better than facebook or shopping or even texting a friend.
Summer camp (or even VBS) for the children won't do it. Moms' groups and swimming lessons and dance lessons and summer sports (all fine and dandy things) won't do it. Hard as it is for me to admit this, even a vacation in the islands won't do it. Nothing will nourish you, nothing will restore your spirit, like the minutes you spend sitting at Jesus' feet.
And, this: it is okay to sometimes sit down and gaze at the distant trees, even when your work is not done. Because let's face it, it's never going to be done, that work. Never. And you will wear yourself ragged and wretched trying to stay abreast of it all. Just stop. Let it go. Sit down and watch your babies (however old they are) play. Go outside and marvel (quietly, tiredly is okay) at something God has made.
Let it feed your spirit.
Choose the one thing, this summer, that is needful: sit at Jesus' feet, and listen.
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[and if you like sentimental rhymes, this poem - which I eventually memorized from seeing it so often - was on my mother's fridge growing up, printed on the faded front of a card.]
Take time to smell the lilacs
And feel the warm bright sun,
Take time to look at rainbows;
Don't wait till work is done:
There'll always be a cobweb,
Some finger marks or dust,
Weeds to pull, a lawn to mow,
And something gathering dust.
We must remember lilacs
Bloom just once a year,
And you can see a rainbow
Only when it's here.
~ by Shirley Harvey