I try to keep my act together. I really do. And I almost succeed every now and then . . . until life happens. And life (as my tagline says) is messy. My children bicker. I forget wet laundry in the washer for a whole day. Plans change. I don’t pick somebody up on time. I work long hard days and still can’t cross a single thing off my to-do list. (Unless I write down what I just finished.) I lose the permission slip. Somebody runs out of clean socks or underwear. My husband likes to remind us to “keep a tent on our circus”. Wise man.
I’m not ignorant or incompetent. I can cook a decent dinner. I can stay on top of the laundry. I can have quality time and teaching moments with my children. I can exercise. I can have a meaningful and insightful conversation with my husband. I can clean the house. I can read a book or write a post. I just can’t do them all on the same day. I can only do two or three in a day. Okay, maybe just one—on a good day.
I wonder if I stopped my frantic striving for just a moment, could I hear Him? Could I hear His still small voice whisper to my weary soul, “You don’t have to try. I’ve already completed all the really important work for you. I just want you to abide. To rest in what I’ve already done. You can’t add a single blooming thing to it anyway, so quit trying to be someone I never meant for you to be. Just be. Be still and know that I am with you. I know you don’t have it all together and I’m good with that because I do. I am the One who holds all things together. Not you. Please rest in my love. Receive my grace and let it wash over the bumps and bruises you’ve given yourself trying to do more and be better. Don’t try. Receive.”