We live in a culture of complaining.
A culture where the answer to the standard greeting “how are you?”, is “busy” or “stressed”. Or we use it as a way to list all our problems as we detail just how complicated and hard and complex our life is.
I was struck by a line in this Audrey Assad song the other day, and I just can’t shake it:
and the foxes in the vineyard will not steal my joy
What is stealing your joy?
I have just spent a couple of days down by the beach.
We have been going through a pretty crazy season in our household with a lot of things on. So packing to go away was a bit of a hassle. Having to organise the kids and myself and going somewhere different. Having to make sure that we had enough warm clothes and food for the weekend.
But I forgot, the sea is calming for me.
I am in the in-between time, where the plans have be made, the flights have been booked, pretty much everything is done bar packing the suitcase, and yet nothing more can really be done. I am prepared as much as I can be, and now my job is to wait until the appointed time before I can embark on my journey.
It’s been a long time between blogposts of late and partly that has been due to a number of commitments that needed time away from the computer. But it also in part due to the fact that there has been some internal work going on, decisions that had to made that required more thinking time, sitting with a decision, mulling it over seeing how it feels, before trying another one on. Continue reading
When our church took on a centre for Transform Cambodia I turned to Mr and said “I am going to go there one day”.
I have had a lot on my plate of late. I have been struggling through it all exhausted and wondering how I am going to manage everything. I have to-do lists strewn throughout the house, in fact I really should collate all those lists (hmm … put that on my to-do’s) See that’s how crazy it has been getting!
But on Monday I had a revelation. Instead of sitting down with the lists and trying by sheer force of will to get through them, I stopped.
I have had a wonderful Mother’s Day, being thoroughly spoilt by my girls (with quite a lot of assistance from Mr).
I have enjoyed celebrating with my church family, and my mum and I’m looking forward to celebrating with my mother-in-law this evening.
But something about all this praise and focus on me is bugging me. Because it is not just me that is raising these children.