Have you ever run all over your house looking for your glasses when they were on your head? How about screaming to the person on your cell phone that you can’t find your phone? A young mother just told me that she couldn’t figure out why her other three children kept looking at her like she was out of her mind when she asked them where their baby sister was…their baby sister who was perched happily on her hip!
The best one yet, however, was from my good friend who told me the other day that when she poured her morning cup of coffee she scalded her hand when she picked it up. Having not even looked at the cup before touching it, she looked down bewildered. That’s when she saw that she had poured her coffee into and long stem wine glass.
Life is often a madhouse, a series of seemingly random, but purposeful events that string together in something that seldom looks like pearls. Our life strings often look more like one of those pasta necklaces our children made for us in preschool.
In other words, it’s not neat. It’s messy.
My daddy used to tell me that I had two speeds in life: Stop and Hair on Fire. Unfortunately, I seem to settle in the one where smoke billows from my head. Do you?
As Christian women who “manage the house,” as Paul very aptly described it in Titus 2, how can we combat this? Because the truth is that as much as we might want to think that productivity comes in the “hair on fire” mode, it really comes in the “stop” mode.
Why do you suppose that the psalmist records our Lord as saying in Psalm 46:10,
Be still and know that I am God.
When you really think about the application of this verse in day-to-day terms, the truth is that none of us can listen to anyone while we’re spinning in life to the point of exhaustion and losing our glasses, children, minds, and coffee mugs! How can we expect the peace that surpasses all understanding from our Father when we aren’t at peace in our lives? (Philippians 4:7)
Sisters, no one can force you to look for this kind of peace. You must decisively choose to stop, even for a moment, and listen. God speaks to us every day and in so many beautiful ways. However, we simply will not hear Him if we are running around with our hair on fire, even if it is doing things that are ultimately good.
C.S. Lewis once said,
“The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day come rushing at you like wild animals. And the first job of every morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, larger, stronger, quieter voice come flowing in.”
As women of God, we are called to be women of excellence in His name, so of course, our lives are going to be full. But full doesn’t have to mean crazy. Full doesn’t have to mean running around like the proverbial chicken with her head cut off. And full doesn’t have to mean out of control.
Full means living to the best and loveliest extent of all that the Father has given us. Full means smiling in the running, singing in the busy, laughing in the chaos. Most importantly, though, full means living a life that ultimately points to the gracious love of our Savior. Full means that we do not lack joy or rest in the middle of everything we do.
In order for us to do that, sometimes we have to stop, take a breath, and look up. Sometimes we simply have to remember when Jesus said,
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
It’s okay that sometimes you lose the child on your hip or that you grab a wine glass instead of a coffee cup. But when those times come, remember that perhaps it’s also time to stop, take a knee, and know that He is God.