I could feel it coming on, the urge to cancel. To hole up and escape. Every now and then, I find myself longing for slow, for home. I actually find this quite crazy since our home is a complete hub of continuous activity. We have children, five of them, but they aren’t toddlers. They are KIDS, as in TEENS who eat more than my husband and I combined. Kids who are active and stay up later than I do at night. Kids, whom for the love of God, talk ALL. THE. TIME and have their own opinions and schedules. Plus, we own our own business, a couple cows and a pig and home is where it’s ALL at, like literally.
And home is where I most like to be.
So when I get out of sorts and only get to spend snippets of time here, I pray for God to encapsulate our county with a snow storm so we are all forced, as in mandated by law, to stay put. When a snow storm doesn’t hit, I day dream of a real life zombie apocalypse without the zombie’s so I can hunker down for long periods of time and regroup in order to survive. Both thoughts secretly bring a smile to my face and also strike me as somewhat concerning. Is this thinking the onset of my becoming a flesh eating hermit? I call my therapist and schedule a visit and then I check the weather, just to see. Snow is in the forecast but not good snow, just nuisance snow that won’t bury us deep and that doesn’t count. Besides the whooping cough that recently hit our county, everyone seems to be in relatively good health and for this, I give thanks.
But damn. I recently bought milk, bread and eggs. Please don’t let it be for nothing.
I open my calendar and I begin. I cancel everything possible to negate, even the therapy appointment I JUST scheduled. Lunch with a friend. Errands. Doctors appointments. GETTING MY TEETH CLEANED. You name it, if it did not involve my work or the health of my children (like feeding them), it was wiped off the face of this weeks planet. Then the voice of reason rises within me and says, “Was that all really necessary?”
Um. Well yeah. Maybe no.
Years ago I did a personality test that clearly labeled me as an EXTROVERT. It made perfect sense and actually FED my need to GO GO GO. The striver in me LOVED being an EXTROVERT. It was like some little badge I wore, all shiny and freshly pinned. I loved being known as outgoing and involved. It was as if I was an octopus with my right hand in it all but it soon became a crutch and an excuse. Overtime I found myself living in a vast vacuum of contradiction. GO GO GO is not at all WHO I am and I KNEW it. After years of struggle, I realized that SLOW or FAST has nothing to DO with my external environment but my internal one. I realized that guarding is necessary because my internal environment is vitally important and influences my outer environment, just as my outer influences my inner if I’m not careful.
Such a tricky, sticky balance.
Maybe it’s because I’m starting to grow up after all these years. Maybe it’s because I’m settling into my skin and getting comfortable with being ME. Perhaps I’ll be THAT older person; contrary and odd, but I love the quiet to think and just BE as I pine for a slower pace. I crave making time to REST and RECENTER and REGROUP and when I don’t make time to RESET my internal alarm, I get all discombobulated and begin praying for snowstorms and apocalypse’s.
That’s when I hear His voice chide.
“YOU did this sister. YOU.”
Because you know, I have a tendency to blame…
And He is right. I forget sometimes that “no” is a word and not just a word in some sentence but a COMPLETE sentence. A COMPLETE paragraph. A COMPLETE book.
No. I cannot be concerned with what someone else thinks when those words cross over my lips. I cannot be bothered with guilt or riddled with shame. The only person who has to live my life at the end of the day is ME and if that truly is the case, then I am the one who will have to live with the choices that I make. Heaven on Earth or hell as a reality…the choice is mine.
Learning to say no when no is needed has actually led me to my YES when my yes is needed. BUT…if I’m tired and have expended all that’s inside of me, I have little to give to my YES and those are very sad moments in my day that take my feet out from under me like quicksand…
My biggest YES are these fine people living in this house I long to be in.
I know now why the Lord created Sabbath (Genesis 2:2). THIS is why He rested. He wanted to enjoy WHAT He had and WHO He had created. He wanted to appreciate them and be filled with gratitude and proper perspective. He RESTED, RECENTERED and REGROUPED. He modeled how to take a day, ANY DAY, and just BE. Jesus often gave up being the center of attention to purposefully retreat to “lonely places” to be with the Father and pray (Luke 5:16). He knew. We need to say NO in order to say YES.
We ALL have a YES and our YES overflows from WHO we are.
Our RESET button continually changes over time and looks different from one another. What brings me REST might not to you and vice versa. Let’s just be ok with that. For me, it is being home. Being HERE, in my crazy house, cooking dinner for my hungry kids. Living in my car as a I zoom kids around. Taking a bath at night and slipping sleepily into bed by 9:00…
We NEED that one day, I most certainly DO. I just totally canceled my whole entire week and all I needed was ONE day to reboot and recharge so guess what? Tomorrow’s back on, I won’t cancel it. I’ll show up confident that I can do whatever is in it without incident. I LIVE in a better place when I make time for a slower pace (ok that was just weird rhyming that I did NOT intend, but I’ll leave it). You get my point?
Guard your heart. Seriously, those are LIFE words. In the end, it is how you will save it. (Proverbs 4:23).
Round Table Discussion:
*Do you intentionally set time a side each week to REST, RECENTER and REGROUP? Why or why not?
*What is a RESET button for you?