Today, I was given a gift.
I was given this bible verse, “Be Still and know that I am God.” and 5 minutes to reflect upon it. For some of you that may seem simple, unremarkable. But for me, it was a sorely needed respite from the whirlwind of my mind as of late.
My life has been full. I have been trying to make a discipline of not saying that I am busy, for in this culture busy is a sickness that gets much applause. However, I have a lot of plates spinning at the moment. So much so that right now my brain seems to be in permanent overdrive. I can’t finish one thought before another thought crashes in to take it’s place. I find madly scribbled to do lists scattered all across my home, my office, my car. When eating breakfast with the kids I find myself emptying the dishwasher rather than sitting down at the table with them. While driving to work I find myself thinking of who I need to call, what information I need to impart to knock another thing off my list. I find myself bringing busywork to meetings, because life feels too full to simply do one thing at a time.
This, my friends, is not healthy.
In fact, I think that God has been trying to tell me this, and I haven’t been listening. In the past month, I have broken four pairs of headphones. Perhaps, as my friend pointed out, this isn’t just shoddy workmanship or an annoyance, but an insistent invitation into silence while I exercise? My children have been sick from school 4 days in the past 3 weeks. Could it be that instead of trying to get work done from home while they sleep I should be resting as well?
Why is it that we are so resistant to stillness? Why do we fill our lives so full, cramming our schedules as full as our plates at Thanksgiving dinner? To be fair, I have felt fairly in balance. I feel like I am attending to my soul, my marriage, my family. But I am also increasingly aware that I am just one hiccup away from letting those spinning plates all crash to the floor.
And guess what? Next week is even busier.
I can race into it as a multitasker, putting together Christmas cards on my laptop while baking pecan pies in the oven. Or, I could embrace my finitude. Do one thing at a time. Be fully present where I am. Allow silence to replace the radio.
What do you think is the better choice?