i'm about to get riled up
if i hear the phrase, "i don't have time..."
one more time, i'm going to pop
i mean it
i might just punch something...or someone
my students use this LAME excuse almost every day
as if giving them 7 days and two class periods to put together a project wasn't enough
my children say it
my co-workers say it
but the person i am most sickened by in regards to this phrase is me
it rolls around in my head all day long as i think about things like exercise, books i want to read, friends i want to call, things i want to make, rooms i'd like to paint....the list goes on
and then i get exhausted thinking about them and how i am so burdened by this house, these kids, this job...that i just can't do it all
and then i get exhausted thinking about them and how i am so burdened by this house, these kids, this job...that i just can't do it all
here's what's true:
i'm busy
i have three kids
a job
a marriage
a home
but there's what's true and then there's the truth.
the truth is...i have the same 24 hours in the day as everyone else
the same 24 hours that Mozart had
the same 24 hours that Mother Teresa had
the same 24 hours that DaVinci had
the same 24 hours that Jesus had
i'm not saying that i have aspirations to write music or run an orphanage
but i do have aspirations to be a good friend, listen well, maintain a cozy home, cook good meals, teach my children to write old fashioned letters and enjoy a list of about 500 good books
the idea that i don't have time is a lie
and when i complain about it, whine about it and throw tantrums about how i can't get it all done...
well, all i'm really doing is proving that i'm a lot more like my 2 year old than i'd like to admit
i do have time
24 hours
every day
no more complaining
these girls are looking to ME as a model of how a woman navigates through the world
and acting like i'm suffering in the midst of blessing is a poor legacy to pass on
i have time for playing on the floor
and hide and seek
i have time for monster icicles
and dancing to FROZEN music at the breakfast table
and climbing
i'm doing it.
i am.
the same 24 hours that Jesus had
i'm not saying that i have aspirations to write music or run an orphanage
but i do have aspirations to be a good friend, listen well, maintain a cozy home, cook good meals, teach my children to write old fashioned letters and enjoy a list of about 500 good books
the idea that i don't have time is a lie
and when i complain about it, whine about it and throw tantrums about how i can't get it all done...
well, all i'm really doing is proving that i'm a lot more like my 2 year old than i'd like to admit
i do have time
24 hours
every day
no more complaining
these girls are looking to ME as a model of how a woman navigates through the world
and acting like i'm suffering in the midst of blessing is a poor legacy to pass on
today i have 24 hours
tomorrow, too
i have FULLNESS in Christ
and i CAN get it all done
i have time for playing on the floor
and hide and seek
i have time for monster icicles
and dancing to FROZEN music at the breakfast table
i have time for snuggles
and climbing
and bills and laundry and friends and jogging and phone calls and healthy meals and running a marathon and changing the world and plenty of rest
i'm doing it.
i am.
nobody's gonna' stop me ;)
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