Somehow, our lives have gotten so crammed that time to play has been put on the back burner.
Our jobs come with us to the bathroom, the bedroom, and the dinner table with constant access to messaging and social media. We have lost the art of rest, but rest is actually a pivotal piece to do our work more effectively. We are more successful and productive when we take breaks. Allow room to breathe so you can get inspired again. Life should be a balance of faith, work, play, and rest. It may be time to shift our schedules to make time to find the joy in everyday life again.
Pregnant? I didn’t think so highly of my capabilities to think that I could “handle it”. Yet, I felt peace that I would learn and delight in the process. I also prayed and asked God to tell me what this little one would be like. In every previous pregnancy, I had always gotten a clear indication about each baby early on, and each had proven to be true.
The choice to rest in the face of deadlines and societal pressures is the choice to acknowledge the sovereignty of God. It is worship.
It is a weekly remembrance that the universe will continue on unscathed by my choice to sit still. The world does not rest on my shoulders, but on the Lord’s. He can handle that kind of pressure. We surely cannot.
The message was in fashion magazines that boasted that they included tips to help me lose 10 pounds or guide me to my flirtatious best. The woman on the front was always captivatingly sexy. The raised eyebrow, pursed lips, hands on hips. I knew that I would never look quite like her, but I figured that if I didn’t want to be lonely, I’d at least need to learn a LITTLE, try a LITTLE, flirt a LITTLE.
I felt like a fraud, but I tried. Tried to be sexy.
Why did God give this unique beauty to the female gender? Women were designed to be such strong creatures, and yet also, have the potential to gently nurture and bring life to those around us. This is the nature of all beauty.
When unexploited, true beauty becomes a place of joy and rest.
When one of our sons was about 4 years old, we went through an incredibly challenging season.
His angelic behavior as a baby had melted into mayhem, and we were doing everything we could think to do. The advice paraded in my mind, “You have to be consistent. You can’t let children win in a power struggle. You have to be the one in charge.”
I’ll never forget the nurse in the maternity ward who called me “brave” when she found out that the gap between my twins and this next baby was only 18 months.
“Thanks for not calling me crazy.” I said with a tremble in my voice as I walked slowly down the hallway in between contractions. My water broke a few moments later. I’ll never forget her, because she didn’t hint at the often unspoken question, “Why would you do this to yourself?”