Monthly Archives: March 2016

Rest

I’ve been waiting seven years to find a beach-style lounge chair for under $35.

Thanks to Target, I now have one.

It’s a jelly chair. Plastic, grey, white. It clicks in place, goes up and down at different levels, and allows me to lean back just so when I read, so that my eyes see high pines just past the chapter I’m reading.

I began begging for one of these chairs when I was pregnant with my second blond. Budgets told me I had to hold off until I found the right price. It took me a while, but here I am now – lounged and happy.

With all that life has entailed lately, and all the new responsibilities that are on the horizon, I’ve become keenly aware of a human’s need to have a halt and a hush every now and again.

As I shared in my last post, I often times succumb to the idea that lounging is for lazies. While not ever really coining it out loud or outrightly, I’ve always thought that rest was for the week.

That is, until I started homeschooling three young children, in a very small house, on a limited budget, through job transitions, while dealing with health concerns, with no extra help to call upon. That will change your stance on things a bit.

I still tend to think that naps are a nuisance, and that they waste valuable daylight, but I’m loosening a bit as I realize that rest isn’t for the weak – it’s for the weary who are waring out life vigorously everyday.

If you need rest, it could just mean that you’re a live wire doing life to the fullest.

But pride jabs this logical kind of thinking square in the face. Pride tells type A’s that idlers are the only ones who need a recess.

When pride says this, it should punched.

All of us come to the end of ourselves at some point. And this is where we should give in to the urge to roll over into rest for a while. It’s also where we should give ourselves up to the only One who can really fill us again.

Psalm 23 calmly mentions that…

He makes me like down in green pastures / He leads me beside still waters / He restores my soul

We should position ourselves in such a way sometimes, that allows the Lord to break through.

This three-way folding chair is part of my plan to be more purposed about pausing.

Do what you have to do. Situate a reading nook, write rest into your calendar, calculate the budget for cheap getaways, wander around on a walk, find solitude, find fellowship, buy a Target lawn chair – whatever flips your bill and floats your boat and makes you brim again.

Even those of us who scoff at standstills need interludes.

At some point today, after the the A.M. rains clear, and the blue returns to our region, I’ll be making it a point to plop myself down onto that cheap plastic and take words in. I’ll pray while I’m there, too.

And the reprieve, no matter how short, will surge my energies again.

 

Accepted

The trees are standing still and stoic this morning. The wind must be elsewhere today. Odd, with it being March and all. I have my window pushed up and it sounds empty outside. I can hear the hum of the nearby highway and the song of a lone bird. But no rustling pines. The children are still nestled, thankfully. I feel… Read more →

A Peek into Yesterday

So I’m sitting out here in the back, barely able to move my own brain. I injured my neck yesterday doing something so harrowing, so intense, so athletic that you will think I was crazy for even asking my body to attempt it… I was putting on a shirt. Yes, just right there in the middle of lowering my head… Read more →

Weekend

Our steal away did end up getting stolen. Our long sweet weekend that we had been beholding with zeal, was cut short by the cold that ravaged my youngest. My Sunday morning church service got swiped too. I just couldn’t drop his running nose off at class knowing that he would transmit that thing to someone else’s little doll, and… Read more →

Trip

Words aren’t waiting to spill today, really. They feel distant and lacking. I still want to share, I just might have to reach down a little deeper to find and form sentences this afternoon. It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and I’m typing to you from the fifth floor of a hotel room in the middle of Texas. We don’t get to… Read more →

Hours

I have all the lights down low this morning. Just a candle flickers here. I think it’s my way of being easy on my tired eyes. I feel as if I should still be wrapped in blankets, resting. I do have the window open. This morning ritual allows the sound of the suburban morning to make its way inside. And it… Read more →

Being Present

She’s been wanting to walk with me for a while now. My six year old girl, all long and lean, always twirling, or tending to some baby doll, or standing up for herself loud and mighty against her brothers… Every time I head out for a short reprieve on the sidewalks, she begs to accompany me. Since my time away… Read more →

From the Archives

I’m doing a little repost here tonight, friends. Today was full, so I flipped back the pages a bit to bring this post up to the forefront. I pray that something in it will urge you onward into good, inspiring things. Enjoy!   Drafts and Puddles, from May 14th, 2015   No matter the weather I always open a window… Read more →

Quiet

I’m leaning back in the bath now. My hair’s all up in a messy bun, I have a few candles dancing, and I’m calming a little. I’ve reached relaxation. This week has left me worn and it’s only Wednesday. My husband has had meetings with folks well into the evening hours as of late – something he enjoys and embraces –… Read more →