And it perfectly matches my gangster limp.
It's funny, how God does things. As the kids started school I began praying about what I should be doing in my newly found free time. I had ideas, let me tell you, lots of ideas. But the more I pondered, and prayed, and wondered, and daydreamed, the less I heard. It was as if God was whispering "do less."
I kind of, sort of, began sensing that. You know, it was really only in the back of mind. Not loud and clear but perceptible enought to sense it. Do you know what I mean?
Well, here's a few things I've learned since then:
- When you sense God speaking, even if it's just a whisper, you better act on it.
- If you roll your ankle on a run, don't keep running. And definitely don't run again a few days later, hoping to ignore away the pain.
- And finally, don't wait two weeks to see the doctor after you roll that ankle. You'll end up with a nasty sprain, exaggerated by your stubbornness and stern words from the doctor about patience.
And now I sit here in a quiet and empty house with nothing to do but read and study and pray. And then crochet while I watch What Not to Wear. The housework is on hold and it's getting yucky around here. And grocery shopping? I'm really wishing for a grocery fairy right about now to bring me a few items that this family kind of needs. Like toilet paper.
But really, I'm trying my best to just be quiet before the Lord. Because even though I could sense him saying "Do less. Study, pray, read the Word," I still found my days filling up with the busy work of life. You know how your kids bring home busy work from school? It's only repetition of facts already learned or work just to fill the time. I was filling my days with busy work, housekeeping and errand running distractions.
Yesterday I was humbly reminded that doing less really is more. As I finished up the daily homework for Mercy Triumphs I read these words from Beth Moore:
Our doing may not always show up in physical activity. The initial act of obedience might just be waiting upon the Lord or setting our minds zealously upon his faithfulness.
Okay, I get it. Now my prayer is simply this: Help me to make the most of this down time. Literally down. And forgive me for not listening in the first place.
And, my darling husband, you were right. I am stubborn. I have many other fine qualities, now I will go eat humble pie. In the meantime, how about a piggy back ride up the stairs?