And normally I would jump into the let’s-plan-it-all-out boat. Grab your 2018 planner, pencils and pens, and whoop whoop, let’s get this party started! But this time around, the new year has had a different effect on me. It has left me feeling naked. Insecure. Frustrated. Unprepared. And already miles behind.
I’m sure health is playing a major role in how I view the new as I’ve been battling sickness since the day after Christmas. But I find the more I feel pressured to prepare and prioritize, the more I want to run in the opposite direction.
For many moms, the first of the year is often when we start sorting through closets, giving away clothes that have somehow shrunk on the growing bodies of our children. Sifting through old toys and forgotten craft and science projects. We replenish the empty. We replace the broken. We make piles of what to keep and what to give away.
Seriously, social media is abuzz with all this organizational chatter right now.
We’re decluttering and cleaning. We’re simplifying and minimizing. As if our souls are also in need of purging – gathering up the excess that seems to have collected and multiplied through the holiday season.
So regardless if you are in full cleaning mode or recuperating mode, might I suggest we find common ground in this.
As we quiet our homes. As we eliminate the chaos. Let’s breathe in the goodness of our God … in what was, what is, and what will be … listening to the drumbeat of His faithfulness. Let’s pray through the small and the big, the exciting and stressful, the desires and dreams for the future, and RELEASE IT ALL. Into the hand of the One who knows. Who cares. And has it all planned out for us.
And as we do, may it loosen our grip on all the stuff, unraveling expectations of the perfect could be, and help to realign our pursuits and priorities with His once again.
And then, let’s REST. Trusting His timing and trusting His heart. Because He’s got it all under control. (And all the sick and tired mamas said, “Amen!”)
P.S. — To all you moms who wait to take a breather until after major events or holidays, don’t do it! Carve out time to rest way before then. Or you may find yourself like me: down for the count as soon as you relax. It’s like my body didn’t even know what to do with this wonderful concept of sleeping in and turning off the alarm. So it sent an SOS killer bug to battle the resting mama. So here I sit, in a sea of Kleenex, tea and blankets, with coughdrop wrappers running circles around my laptop. Evidence of my inability to pause, take a break, and put my feet up. – So please learn from my mistakes, dear friends, and give this nasty cold some value and meaning.
P.P.S. — Sending non-contagious hugs your way.