Alarm goes off. Too tired to get up. Snooze. Then race to get dressed. Can’t find my shoes.
I’m late. Kids are late. No lunches packed. Lost my phone. Can’t find my keys. I yell.
We’re all late. I yell again, “HURRY UUUUP!”
Kids stumble out the door. One is crying. No joy. No smiles. Just late. Just hurried.
Well, I am sick of it. I am sick of having to stop to catch my breath. I am sick of my pulse racing. I am sick of speeding up when the light turns yellow. I am sick of being shamed by tardiness.
The truth is I am mothering six kids ages 1 to 14. I deal with the side effects of grief and PTSD every day. My husband and I have an active ministry. I have a husband. I keep a house for eight people and three dogs on ten acres. I am weeks away from opening my first business ever.
If I’m late, oh well I gave it my best. Today I decided that I’m not going to ruin my kids’ day and raise my blood pressure to get them to school before the bell. I’m not going to drive fast and miss the scenery another day.
I refuse to hurry.
Because in my stillness I feel God’s presence.
Be still, and know that I am God! Psalm 46:10
Because God insisted on rest in the busiest seasons of life.
Six days you shall labor, but on the seventh day you shall rest; even during the plowing season and harvest you must rest. Ex. 34:21
Because rest is God’s reward.
Let us, therefore, make every effort to enter that rest, so that no one will perish by following their example of disobedience. Heb. 4:11