Do you see this little pile of candies right here? It sits directly in the walkway of my home: in the transition, you might say, between the dining room and kitchen. This year, for some reason, I decided to even put it in an ELEVATED glass candy dish ... as you can imagine, it's even closer to my eyes as I walk past.
So....you know, I have this gluten thing. And I try really hard to avoid it all costs. For my personal situation with adenomyosis and endometriosis, I have to also weigh carefully each day the amount of refined sugars, etc. that I have. One candy? Probably not going to do much damage. But one every time I walk past? Uh uh. No momma.
Yesterday, I spent my entire day right here on my couch, parked with windows open listening to the rain (it has rained in Indiana forever, I'm telling you) completely making up for my procrastinating the last week. Building my new website (oooh so fun too), answering questions on interviews, writing, emailing, planning, ordering... Why is it I do this at the last second? Hmmm. I really have no idea. Honestly? I would rather sit with my beads and such and create - let all of the building sites, etc. do themselves. Which, of course is not possible.
And I really do enjoy and feel blessed, really, I do. I'm venting (:
ok, back to the candy. So...I have this tendency while under this crazy female medicine to not eat all day. Coffee, water, tea. Pick up Jonah from school and realize I am shaking because I'm so hungry! Which is of course not at all healthy, and I am not promoting this crazed practice. I have been, however, picking up a Hershey Kiss here, a teeny tiny mini Snickers there during my hourly or so walk to get more fluids. And you know what?
I'm parked horizontally today. So much pain I could barely rise from my bed.
And I read this today, which I wanted to share because I think it is so so important: read on, enjoy.
(credits to T. Suzanne Eller)
"God called the light day and the darkness he called night. And there was evening and there was morning." Genesis 1:5 (NIV)
I was reading my Bible one day and noticed a huge mistake in Scripture. Everyone knows that morning comes first, and then evening follows. Right? But there it was in black and white. Genesis 1:5 reads, "and there was evening, and there was morning."
Of course, it was no mistake. Somehow, God started with evening – a time of rest – and a day's productivity came out of that.
We live in a culture where rest is often viewed in a negative light. When we work, we work hard. When we play, we play hard. We know how to fill our time with e-mail, activities, carpooling, cleaning, aerobics, and our to-do list. Our focus is work all da, and then eventually rest.
Seventeen years ago, at the ripe age of 32, I found out I had cancer. I mentioned to the doctor that I didn't have time for cancer, but cancer didn't consult my schedule. My life changed as I put aside a lot of things I once thought were absolutely vital while going through chemo, surgery, and radiation. Funny, but one thing that came out of that difficult time was a new list of priorities. The first? To balance my life.
I learned how to climb between the sheets and put aside my worries. To rest my body and my mind. To slow down when life becomes crazy and weigh what is important, and what is not. I began to see evening as the first part of my day. From rest, sprang morning.
It's a concept that changed my life. Not just physically, but also spiritually. Recently I had two speaking events sandwiched together. As the date approached, my time with my Heavenly Father became "evening." Of course I prepared, but spiritual time came first all week. Once I arrived in the city where I was to speak, I closed the door of my hotel room and listened to the heart of my Father instead of going over my notes. And out of that rest, sprang fruitful ministry. I was refreshed and filled by His presence, instead of my efforts.
How often do we run out of steam because we are out of balance? I wish that I could say that I became forever balanced. But I'm not. There are times that I have to slow it down and reconsider my priorities all over again. And if physical rest or spiritual rest has been pushed to last place, I have to put it all on the table and let God help me sort through it so I can put "evening" back where it belongs.
Dear Jesus, when I push You to last place, I miss out on hearing Your voice. When I keep going until I drop, I get all tangled up in my to-do list. I know that life is busy, but help me to discern between what is important, and what is not. Reorganize my life, and reveal true rest that only comes from You. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Happy day to you...now, I have to go throw out that blessed candy and R. E . S. T. (: