I had grand plans this weekend: days and nights together as a family with no outside obligations, painting the bed in our room, picking out the flooring for the kitchen, and a trip to the grocery store, maybe. None of that happened as I was laid up in bed with some allergy/sinus/achiness thing going on. So I had to rest.
Rest I did. But here's the thing: rest is not easy to come by these days. In a world that is rushing, bobbing, and weaving with activities, anxiety, and altercation--rest does not come easily for most. Even as I felt my body giving in to the sickness earlier in the week, it was hard for me to stop and just be. I did so on one afternoon, lying in my bed. I watched the tree waving in the wind, but my mind wandered to my to do list and I could not rest easily.
As much as I love the Fall season, it always comes with a to-do list that seems to be a mile long. For some reason, my smart self felt compelled to take on a little more since I'm only working one day a week. I may only be working outside of the home one day a week now, but the job is new and my dedication the same. I have new material to learn, lessons to create, and a routine that I have to get under my belt so my job partnership works. Then there's the class I volunteered to teach at the church one day a week because I can't complain about a lack of community when I'm not reaching and stretching to find my place in this place: my home church for most of my life. And then there's some PTA stuff at the kid's school I signed up for, mommy and me starts next Wednesday, imoms on Friday. . .and football season--Bubba's schedule is still an unknown. There are allergists, orthodontists and orthopedists appointments, and the list goes on and on and on.
As much as we have simplified so that each child is only in one activity one day a week, we do have three children living at home. Sigh. Just writing it all out here, I can see why God slowed me down this weekend. I can rest in the knowledge that He, in His infinite wisdom knows just what I need--even when I am to busy to notice. So, this weekend didn't turn out to be what I thought it would. But it refueled me for the weeks ahead, it slowed me down enough to remember who I serve, it reminded that the Sabbath day is supposed to be a day of rest. Maybe this little family needs to re-examine how we do that. Do it a little bit better. Perhaps.
Until then, grateful for a husband that was able to pick up all the slack this weekend! Grateful for a God who paints masterpieces like this for us to enjoy!
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