I got tired.
As I am prone to do, I committed to a LOT of stuff including three weeks straight of consecutive travel. Yikes! Though I wouldn’t trade any of the experiences for anything in the world, I was reminded these past two weeks home that when I do stuff like that…there are repercussions.
The past two weeks back in the office have been brutal. First, there was a pile of messages, e-mails (yes! even when you check them constantly daily from the road), mail, reports, to dos, employees that needed some face time with the boss (read that as mommy), follow-up from the travels, and the list goes on.
There were the piles at home…luggage to unpack from four different adventures, laundry, mail to go through, bills to pay, a refrigerator to clean out (nothing left in there worth anything), grocery store, errands, a new home that is still being organized, oh and don’t forget the continuing saga of my three year purge that confronts me head-on every time I open my front door. Yikes!
So for the past two weeks I have begrudgingly gone into the office every day in full-on survival mode to make it through the daily barrage of whatever fire exploded that day. I would come home at night (most after 8 p.m.) and proceed to pass out. Cold. Though the sleep nightly was restless (not good). My past two weekends you ask? I played those well - hermit-style - as by the time I made it to Friday night, all I wanted was my PJs, my bed, and Netflix (not necessarily in that order).
I couldn’t even write.
I have packed up my laptop every night for two weeks and sat it next to me on the couch or in bed and gravitated between staring at it blankly and averting my eyes from it in shame. I had nothing or too much. Who knows? Who can tell?
I have watched an obscene amount of Jane Austin type films and BBC re-makes. Let me just say that at some point that stuff messes with your head. I have seen at least two seasons of Friends which has perfectly satisfied any lingering doubt that I am getting old. Thanks Netflix! I have caught up on all three of the shows I care anything about two of which are officially over this season so my television-obsessed hours continue to dwindle (that is a good thing). I have read more articles (not books) than I can list…I seem to be on Inc. and Entrepreneur overload, not to mention the blog articles I have been reading. It is like my brain is starved and wants more and more. This all doesn’t seem too bad, but it is…because my brain has been overstimulated for 16 hours a day. I know this because it is not my first rodeo, but we lie to ourselves and say this is good stuff we are gorging ourselves on. Yup!, but too much of anything will kill you…even water.
So for the recap….I had three AMAZING weeks of new experiences, learning, travel, friends, work, etc. I crammed them all within the shortest span possible. I came home and compounded my exhaustion by over stimulating myself for a couple of weeks while going about my daily packed routine. I got further behind in my daily chores (read life). That lands me to a three day holiday weekend. Everybody caught up?
Now it is time to fight.
I could feel it coming on yesterday, but last night sealed it….It is time to hit the brakes and re-group. Enough. I have a LOVELY routine that I developed in January of this year #restorationJanuary that did/was working beautifully. I had a glorious plan. I was implementing that plan. It was working. It is time to whip it back out, dust it off (along with the rest of my home), and get back on it. I am looking at this three day weekend as an opportunity to set the reset button. Sure! I would rather be hanging out with family and friends, going to the lake/river/creek, cooking out, etc., but I would MUCH rather get my daily LIFE back on track so that I can return to being a highly-functioning (oh who are we kidding…a functioning) member of society.
I am a creature of habit. I love routine. I highly dislike dysfunction (the irony of it in my life is laughable…go ahead and laugh heartily here). I like schedules, planners, and to do lists. I like a clean, organized home. I like music, books, and writing…and I need a little bit of all three every day. I like it when God and I are in our conversation zone….meaning I talk while he listens and then I get very quiet (yes it is possible) and my space gets very quiet (read that as no stimuli) and I listen…for him…to instruct me, love me, remind me…of who he is and who I am…in him and him in me. I like breakfast…every day. I like brunch on Sundays. I
like need eight hours of sleep. Good sleep. Not the kind of sleep where I fall asleep to Netflix on my phone next to my head (oh good grief I hope confession is good for the soul). I like my Bible to be the first and last thing I read every day (not text messages that tell me of the latest catastrophe in my little world and our big one) or FB posts or the number of e-mails that came in overnight. I love being present and available to my friends, my family, and my tribe. I love simply being present.
I woke up this morning after the craziest night of dreams EVER because former President Bush (41) at dinner with all of his grandkids in an Alice In Wonderland type house is just about the wackiest experience…and I might need to cut back on the sleep-aid. That said, I woke up determined to reclaim the life and routine of my life that I love so much….that allows me to be present in my life…Every. Day.
I love that people ask me all the time, “How do you do it all?!” I don’t. I shuffle stuff. I hideout in my own home to catch up on sleep. I break appointments. I miss appointments. I reschedule appointments. I don’t return e-mails/text messages/VMs timely. I let laundry build up meaning sometimes I wear dirty clothes. Dust bunnies take up residence and then reproduce…rapidly…in my home. I forget or simply don’t send thank you cards or birthday cards or any kind of cards. I pile up things at my front door that need to be returned, mailed, gifted, donated. I let people down….all the time. I let down myself…all the time. I feel guilty a lot for all of the things I just listed. I am human. It is the hardest thing about me and my life. I am human.
Stop the bus.
So…as I wrote that last part, Lauren Daigle’s How Can It Be came on my iPod. (I have imbedded the link to her YouTube video. Enjoy.) The timing of God is perfect, and he certainly gave me this song just now to remind me as I am completely laying out my shame in this post that he has already and continues to plead my cause. Whatever that cause is. Whatever. It. Is.
There has been a lot of great coming together (Ann Voskamp’s ISIS post and challenge via Preemptive Love and IF) and great shredding (Duggar Story) amongst just the “Church” not to mention those that view themselves as outside of the Church this week in the media. So I think it is a good reminder for me this morning…as one who tends to “over feel” whatever is happening “out there” in the world, that whatever the highs and lows, whatever the ickyness, whatever the pain…God has already overcome this broken, messy world, and he stands firmly with me, with you, with the person who doesn’t even believe in him, with the member of ISIS that is killing people who claim and love God, with the person who sinned 12 years ago, with the person who was sinned against, with the sinner from today, and the one who will sin tomorrow, to the one who appears to never sin (but does as we all do). God stands with and for each of us. Why? Because he loves us. Because he has hope that each of us will turn from hate to love. Because he craves community and conversation with us. My sin of ignoring and putting God in a box for two weeks while I tried to recover from my over-indulgence by myself was and is no greater sin to him than anything else I have done or anyone else has done. I turned from him, if even for a moment, as I tried to “handle” it on my own. Like. An. Idiot. I change ALL the time. Like the wind. My God. Our God NEVER EVER CHANGES. I can run my race and wear myself out and throw myself on the ground in exhaustion, but I am never alone. I am never truly so far outside of God’s reach that he cannot restore me. I am struggling with this week. I am nothing if not opinionated. I have LOTS of opinions, but I feel God wrestling deep within me. See this through my eyes. Not yours. *Ouch*
So here in the throws of my own sin against God as I have put him in a box…and yet to fully repent of that I might add…he has used this week of angst in the “world” to teach me, humble me, and help me to break free from the grasp of my own selfish mind to see him…and others more clearly.
“Stay in your own lane pretty girl.” - he whispers to me.
Damn. The tears.
There is so much happening in our little lives and in the much bigger world. We…I…cannot operate (read that as function) well in either without the ever-present grace and wisdom of Jesus. Without him, I over-think and over-react to both the big and small stuff. I get caught up in my own head (read that as often my ego). I get lost in the “what might have beens” and “what could be” and forget the blessed beauty in and of the moment. I judge. I. Judge. Myself, others, and yes even God. Forgive me.
This morning I lay it all down at the foot of the cross of Jesus…once again….and I repent…and I stand up…and I fight. I fight for God…however that looks in the moment…whether for myself, others, the underdog, the sinner, or for God himself. I fight for the balance I need in my daily life. I fight for the love I so desperately need to keep in my heart AND in the center of my life. Where there is love, judgment has no breath.
|My tribe calls this my “Wonderwoman” bracelet; it was a gift from an artisan in Haiti.|
There is a time to catch our breaths. There is a time to fight.
I woke up this morning reminded that my time to fight (again) has come.
Break time is over.
Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! 🙂