Right now my life feels like a 15 car pile up. I am over-committed, under-prepared, and out of my mind. Does anything that I’m doing matter? Can I just quit it all?
My house seems like it’s never clean. But if I stop to clean it, then I get behind on my reading and writing. Reading my Bible every morning is a must, but then I become inspired to write an article. Oh wait! The article I’m writing reminds me of something I read by Priscilla Shirer. Speaking of Priscilla Shirer, I only have two chapters to go in the book that I wanted to finish. Let’s do that really quick. Ugh, now I feel compelled to write a third article, but I can’t keep the three ideas separated. Oh shoot, forgot I was supposed to be cleaning.. Funny you mention cleaning, the pile of newspaper articles and pictures sitting in my basement floor are two years worth of unfinished scrapbooking for football, but I can’t use all my creative juices on that because I have two Etsy orders to fill. Scratch that. A third just came in. What day did you say it was? Tuesday? Cool, so I have to help with a Bible study tomorrow morning and then actually lead another one on Thursday, neither of which I have prepared for. The laundry is half done. I’ve forgotten multiple birthdays and have eight baby gifts to send off. There are two community service projects this week. The vegetables I was going to cook for dinner have mold on them. I really need to run – not just for myself, but for the dog that’s sitting in the corner staring at me as I rip my hair out. And would you look at that, I’ve been submitted for two auditions next week! Perfect, we’re out of ink for my resumes. Oh well, I needed to get more anyway because the books I ordered for our Bible study were discontinued so I’m hand-printing 15 copies of every chapter for the next 10 weeks…
And I can’t help but feel that not only am I alone, but everything I’m doing is for nothing. Literally – nothing. I’m treading water and cannot for the life of me stay above the surface. Thankfully, as I bang my head against the wall and curse the phrase ‘Yeah sure. I’d love to’, God is watching me. Every move. And He knows what I need exactly when I need it.
He said to the Israelites, “In the future when your descendants ask your parents, ‘What do these stones mean?’ tell them, ‘Israel crossed the Jordan on dry ground.’ For the Lord your God did to the Jordan what He had done to the Red Sea when He dried it up before us until we had crossed over. He did this so that all the peoples of the earth might know that the hand of the Lord is powerful…” JOSHUA 4:21-24
I know that as believers, we should never become too busy. But I also know that we are to fulfill all our commitments with Christ in mind. Everything I’ve signed up for was appointed to me. I know that without a doubt. And I want to try my best to view each task as a stone.
“What do these stones mean?”
When I do have children one day, I want them to look at everything I’ve done and see the meaning behind it: Reading the Bible gives me wisdom that will eventually be passed down. Writing and sharing articles creates community. Morgan’s scrapbooks remind us of the many blessings God’s given us in this short time with the NFL. Keeping the house clean makes for a peaceful home. Going to auditions and booking jobs gives me opportunities to share my testimony. Running keeps me healthy so that I can continue to serve others. Community service is a chance to reach out to those in need.
Everything I do has a purpose.
And it’s good to be reminded of that.
She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy… She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, he praises her… Honor her for all her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. PROVERBS 31:17-20, 26-28, 31
Though I question the value of my obligations, I know there are two that don’t: God and Morgan. And one day, even more will be added to that list. God doesn’t assign us tasks that He won’t provide the tools for. My job is to set aside quiet time to evaluate what’s important, and also to give thanks. I’m thankful that I have a reliable car to get from point A to point B. I’m thankful that my husband’s job provides us with more than enough resources to give to others. I’m thankful for the God given desire to actually sit down and spend time in the Word. And I’m thankful for the people in my life that remind me it’s all going to be ok.
Let’s together be intentional about gathering up these “stones,” about discerning which endeavors will expand the Kingdom and which will only distract us from God. Our legacy is important. God is constantly molding and shaping and buffering and preparing us to do His work. Though it all may seem routine and ordinary, our stones carry a purpose.