Divided Conquests
I have too many hats and wear none of them well. A jack of all trades – well, in my case “Jill” – master of none. That’s me. I sew. I cook. I stamp. I scrap. I write. I am a mother, a sister, a teacher, a daughter, a wife and sometimes a friend. I am a Christian, a servant, a peacekeeper and a counselor. I am tired; frustrated … I am burnt out.
My energies are divided. The more I try to do anything right, the more I seem to neglect something else. All of this attempted productivity clashes loudly with the soundtrack of my life – performed by an extremely chatty two-year-old. I don’t read the Bible as often as I should. I don’t maintain my business like my customers deserve. I snap and bark at my kids and husband all too often. My friends are neglected. My house is a mess. My garden needs attention. I am completely behind on correspondence. And there are four people waiting for an answer to new commitment invitations.
I have slept through the night – an actual, uninterrupted eight hours – only once in the last two months.
I have nothing important to say today. Just that I am weary from head to foot and not knowing how to remedy the situation. More exercise? When do I squeeze that in? Perhaps better organization. A maid? Personal assistant? A clone! That would do it. Oh, right … already got one. She’s one-eighth my size.
The encouraging thing is this: No matter how deep I bury myself, God can still hear me. He is always near. He is always faithful. And I have direct access whenever or wherever I want. How cool is that?
“What other nation is so great as to have their gods near them the way the LORD our God is near us whenever we pray to Him?” -- Deuteronomy 4:7 (NIV)
My energies are divided. The more I try to do anything right, the more I seem to neglect something else. All of this attempted productivity clashes loudly with the soundtrack of my life – performed by an extremely chatty two-year-old. I don’t read the Bible as often as I should. I don’t maintain my business like my customers deserve. I snap and bark at my kids and husband all too often. My friends are neglected. My house is a mess. My garden needs attention. I am completely behind on correspondence. And there are four people waiting for an answer to new commitment invitations.
I have slept through the night – an actual, uninterrupted eight hours – only once in the last two months.
I have nothing important to say today. Just that I am weary from head to foot and not knowing how to remedy the situation. More exercise? When do I squeeze that in? Perhaps better organization. A maid? Personal assistant? A clone! That would do it. Oh, right … already got one. She’s one-eighth my size.
The encouraging thing is this: No matter how deep I bury myself, God can still hear me. He is always near. He is always faithful. And I have direct access whenever or wherever I want. How cool is that?
“What other nation is so great as to have their gods near them the way the LORD our God is near us whenever we pray to Him?” -- Deuteronomy 4:7 (NIV)
Labels: perseverance, prayer, purpose, rest, work
2 Comments:
Hmm. Yeah...I can relate! ;) In fact, I had my own meltdown yesterday so I prayed through the night (since I was up a few times--LOL!) that in the morning I would be able to draw up a schedule that would serve my family.
Your post also made me think of something else I read recently. I posted about it: http://littlechristianmusings.blogspot.com/2006/08/comfort-quote.html
And see! I still haven't found the time to go back through your blog. Too much to do in a day...Oh, my!
I'm in the same place you are Girl! And, when it passes (I THINK it will someday!), we will probably want it all back. ;)
*Hugs*
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