For the past couple of months, I’ve been overloaded, too busy and too distracted to spend time with The Potter.
It reflected in everything I did: my eating habits, how I related to the kiddos, how I related to The Man…and in my laundry pile.
After a couple of month’s of frustration with the overall discombobulation of of my life, I decided to get back to basics: my journal, my pen, and my Bible. I started with baby steps, waking up a couple of minutes earlier than usual, and basically ranted to God about everything on my brain. Then I read some verses to hear what He had to say back to me. Many times, my readings didn’t directly relate to how I felt at the moment, but I left those God sessions feeling refreshed and empowered. As a result, I zoomed through my day, attacking my ‘to-do’ list with a vengeance, getting clear ideas on how to meet the goals I’ve set for myself. It was awesome.
So the next day, I did it again. And again. And again.
Funny how all my inner angst could be solved with some sessions with the Potter. He’s the Author and the Finisher of my faith, and so it would behoove me to tune in to His station to see what He wants to say. Yet I often get caught up trying to do things MY way or the way all the experts recommend. In the end, working apart from His plan left me tired, bedraggled and crabby.
Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
(Isaiah 64:8, NIV)
Oh I love this post! I have a hard time seeing how my ever growing pile of laundry matters even a tiny bit to God.
Then I remember that I’m His child and He cares about those little things because they are part of my ministry to my family.
I DO read the Bible and write in a journal, but not every day and not always for 15 minutes.
I have an 11 month old son who is always with me. I’m talking, with me all day and sleeping with me at night. Because he sleeps basically right on top of me, it is super hard to get up before him. It’s like he has a trigger in his brain wired to my movement! So I try to sneak out of bed and, BAM!, Mason’s awake and ready for the day.
The struggle is real! Even if you can get five minutes of alone time with God, that’s great! Baby steps 🙂