There is a laundry pile in my bedroom requiring a harness
and ropes to scale. Scattered Legos lay like landmines across the living room
floor and graham cracker crumbs wind a trail through the kitchen like Hansel
and Gretel's roadmap. Little C munches on licorice sticks while last night's
spaghetti pot still soaks in suds and dishwater. Girl Child's hair is tangled
but her fingernails gleam with freshly painted purple sparkles.
This is what we've chosen, today.
Don't worry. The mess will be tidied, the dishes and laundry
and landmines will be cleared… but not today.
The lot of us is up to here with busyness and interruptions –
dental appointments and conjunctivitis, volunteer commitments, adoption
paperwork, book reports, ear infections, dirty floors, church functions, birthday
party plans and work to be done.
When I visited my mom yesterday, fiddling with email on my
phone while we chatted, she joked, "It's okay to rest, you know." I
flinched. "You don't have to be busying yourself every
second."
I chuckled and she did too – knowing me and my penchant for
distraction, constant motion, attention deficit disorder. Juggling with both
hands and both feet and burning the candle that I hold between my teeth. It's
just the way it is. And while I wish I didn't have to be deliberate about rest,
I realize that even Jesus was, and how wise He was to be. In a world where
otherwise normal people spend hours with thumbs jumping across the screen of their
cell phones, electronically hurdling animated birds at neon pigs as if we needed
one more pointless thing to occupy us, it's hard to remember that it's okay (it's
necessary) to sometimes... just. be.
I scan the landscape before me, three prone bodies draped
listless over couches, feet in the air, carefree giggles like soft music. The shades
are open and the air is still, soft gray, not cloudy and not bright, as though
the sun and rain and wind are resting too. All is quiet and calm and
comfortably still, until C pops up from the couch in a concentrated tuck-and-roll,
hopping across the carpet, exploding in imaginative play. A tickle war ensues,
we catapult toys across couch-pillow barriers, and rescue make-believe
princesses from make-believe dragons. We blow bubbles and eat marshmallows and talk
about Jesus and hide-and-seek like we were born for only this. It's serious
business, this rest stuff.
It amounts to refocusing, honing our eyes and ears to the
vitally important. Filling our insides with laughter and love and peace -- fuel
for the journey ahead. Tomorrow we'll be back to school, back to work, back to
learning cursive and washing dishes, feeding the hungry and encouraging downcast
friends. Tomorrow I'll gear up and scale the laundry mountain and these moments…
these bottled giggles and captured yawns will course through me, strength for
the road.
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This resonates a lot. I wish I would win all those piles of chores with just a click, like I do with my PC..... and gone and done it all be.... deleted and archived neatly.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely post.
Loved this post Cara! Thanks for your wisdom.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, and for inspiring rest in this house, for one day and for every day.
ReplyDeleteI hear you! Chores seem to multiply by the moment... we just have to put them in their proper place in the priority chain, I suppose. Be blessed today!
ReplyDeleteooh... love this! hurray for the moments of rest!!
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't let myself read the other entrants until after the winner was announced! :) Congrats on your win!! Hope you have a great time at Allume!!
Thank you Julie. Hope to see you there -- still time to get a ticket, and as the months get closer, I know there will be more opportunities! Thanks for stopping by!!
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