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.
“Is it worth it to open my heart up, when I know that the reality is that I cannot control the future and I may lose even more?”
It is a question that everyone asks when they face a great loss. What happens to someone when they cannot process sorrow? It is like a congested highway within their souls, cars inching along, struggling to reach an exit. I believe that the trauma of war created a traffic jam of emotions that naturally impacted the next generation.
Here is a reality about human nature that we haven’t managed to unravel after all this time: humility is still something that we will have to consciously, almost counter-intuitively choose. We have to pick it up and put it on, even as we consciously put on our socks in the morning or a sweatshirt on a cool evening.