I awake while it is yet dark and am now preparing food for all of my maidservants. Yes, it's a tough life, but such is the load all of us Proverbs 31 women must bare.
And here is the rest of the story.
Oh, I'm up, but it's more or less facing the dirty dishes from last night, when all of us were literally too exhausted to even try. And I already want to choke a little dog, who couldn't possibly be bothered this morning to face the 95 percent humidity and itchy grass outside to do her business, who left me a little present on my newish family room rug. It wasn't even the rug by the door, which is somewhat excusable. And she is now sleeping in my son's bed, all comfy and cozy. Do I sneak in the room, choke her just a little, shove her nose in the wet spot and shame her all the way to her not as cozy and comfy crate? Or do I just murmur about whether or not dog choking is ethical in the early morning hours and clean it up.
And then there is the highly emotional subject of coffee. Do I drink the small pot of coffee that was all I could manage for my maid servants with the remaining coffee grounds, and brave the humidity and itchy grass and trek to the nearest grocery store for more? Or do I just sip on my day-old, microwaved cup so as to save enough for the hubs? And do I use the last of the half and half, or suffer through milk in my coffee and share?
These life-altering decisions are already facing me today, and it's not even light out. Because I really do want to wake a little naughty dog and choke her just a little. And I really do want the coffee. And the half and half. And I really do want to rattle the dishes while I unload and load the dishwasher, because all of the sleeping people in the house could have helped with them last night.
And then I read today's prompt word, "REST."
Darn.
My mental "To-Do" list wants to voraciously argue with that word. Because who has time for that, really? And yet, I know that yesterday's crazy, hard day has left us all a little weary.
Even a naughty dog. (So many bugs and lizards needed immediate attention.)
Even tired, sleeping people.
Even me.
So, I sit here, drinking yesterday's coffee, with only half of the remaining half and half in it. And I contemplate how I can do rest today.
Because we all need it. And my Heavenly Father, not only allows it, He recommends it.
"Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls." (Matthew 11:28-29 NLT)
And here is the rest of the story.
Oh, I'm up, but it's more or less facing the dirty dishes from last night, when all of us were literally too exhausted to even try. And I already want to choke a little dog, who couldn't possibly be bothered this morning to face the 95 percent humidity and itchy grass outside to do her business, who left me a little present on my newish family room rug. It wasn't even the rug by the door, which is somewhat excusable. And she is now sleeping in my son's bed, all comfy and cozy. Do I sneak in the room, choke her just a little, shove her nose in the wet spot and shame her all the way to her not as cozy and comfy crate? Or do I just murmur about whether or not dog choking is ethical in the early morning hours and clean it up.
And then there is the highly emotional subject of coffee. Do I drink the small pot of coffee that was all I could manage for my maid servants with the remaining coffee grounds, and brave the humidity and itchy grass and trek to the nearest grocery store for more? Or do I just sip on my day-old, microwaved cup so as to save enough for the hubs? And do I use the last of the half and half, or suffer through milk in my coffee and share?
These life-altering decisions are already facing me today, and it's not even light out. Because I really do want to wake a little naughty dog and choke her just a little. And I really do want the coffee. And the half and half. And I really do want to rattle the dishes while I unload and load the dishwasher, because all of the sleeping people in the house could have helped with them last night.
And then I read today's prompt word, "REST."
Darn.
My mental "To-Do" list wants to voraciously argue with that word. Because who has time for that, really? And yet, I know that yesterday's crazy, hard day has left us all a little weary.
Even a naughty dog. (So many bugs and lizards needed immediate attention.)
Even tired, sleeping people.
Even me.
So, I sit here, drinking yesterday's coffee, with only half of the remaining half and half in it. And I contemplate how I can do rest today.
Because we all need it. And my Heavenly Father, not only allows it, He recommends it.
"Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls." (Matthew 11:28-29 NLT)
I LOVE that we have the same title! Rest for the soul is beautiful... and you are a better person than me because I wouldn't sacrifice the coffee or cream! Praying you find rest in the midst of things that make you weary.
ReplyDeleteHe felt sorry for me later and made the trek to the store for more coffee. Guess my "sacrifice" paid off, haha.
DeleteOH! I loved this. Yes, we all need rest in order to face another day and from one mother who wakes up before light to another, I too sit sometimes and wonder why am I the only one that misses out on rest but when I am most rested is when I am most able to conquer. Thank you for your post, your FMF neighbor #15.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sabrina!
DeleteNow this is real life. These are the struggles we all face each day. Do I do the things I need to do or just sit with Jesus. As a struggling "Martha" this is a challenge. I love your honest heart. Your FMF neighbor at #38
ReplyDeleteHaha, I struggle with the Mary's of the world, too, because stuff really needs to get done.
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